VICTORIA'S POV
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Staring out of the large window on a Saturday morning isn't what I was expecting to find myself doing. My robe is tightly wrapped around me, the bottom of my cup of coffee resting on my bare thigh. The warmth is comforting against the cool breeze sweeping in from the open window. Glancing around, I stare at the semi-empty apartment, and a dull feeling crashes over me at the sight. So empty, this place is so empty and I hate it. It feels like my heart, the emptiness of that freedom I'm craving. It's been three days without him signing that damn divorce agreement and the itch to take my mind off of it grows like an upcoming wave.
Shopping. I need to go shopping. I need to fill this space up once more to make it feel like my home. I need a place to be comforting, not this
