The neon lights painted the sidewalk pink and purple as I stood staring through the front window.
THE KITTY KAT
The name glowed against the darkness like a dare.
Music pulsed faintly through the glass. People moved inside. Laughed inside. Worked inside. Lived inside. Every few seconds the door opened and closed as customers entered or left, allowing brief bursts of music and conversation to spill into the night.
For several minutes, I simply stood there holding my bag and trying to remember how my life had ended up here.
A year ago, I had been planning a nursery.
I had spent evenings folding tiny clothes and imagining bedtime stories.
I had argued with Brandon about baby names.
I had wondered whether Grady would inherit my hazel eyes or his father's blue ones.
Now I was homeless,
