32
Lark
Claire was kissing Sam.
My Sam.
And I just stood there. Because I had no idea how to process this. Like, how the f**k was this even happening? It made no sense. It wasn’t…even possible for her to be here. She wasn’t supposed to be back for weeks still.
Finally, Sam seemed to come out of his own stupor. He gripped Claire’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length. She stumbled backward a step, but I could see her red-rimmed eyes and puffy face.
“What are you doing here?” Sam finally asked.
“I-came-home-early-and-everything-is-awful-and-I-missed-you,” she said, unintelligibly stringing all her words together with tears springing to her eyes again.
“Wait…wait,” he said, gently guiding her back into the apartment. “I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
“I missed you. I was w
