Celia
The next day was a Saturday, which meant no class, but Becky was gone. I packed up the few boxes that remained, and I called Keith. Well, the number that must be Keith’s. He came right away and lifted me in the air with a whoop I hadn’t expected. I smiled down at him and examined his face.
He was the fun one, the one that would make me laugh, that would push me into new things, that would make me live. “Hi Keith.”
“Hi baby. You coming home?”
“I am.” I said with a sad smile. “I just need to bring all this stuff back.”
“No problem. I’ll take you home, and the boys and I will sort this.”
I’d already brought the boxes down in the elevator, along with my handbag, and I thought about the keys I’d left upstairs with the note. “Thank you for everything. I’ll love you always. Call m
