When I got off the train Friday evening after work, I was surprised to see Alex waiting for me at the Glenview station. He looked as lovely as ever dressed in a navy pea coat, a matching knit cap, and black pants. I’d been staying with Leah for about two weeks and I’d broken down and called him about a week after the meltdown just to let him know about my new living arrangement and find out how he was doing. But he hadn’t returned any of my calls or texts. As tempted as I was to show up at his apartment, I didn’t because I feared he wouldn’t let me in. When he didn’t return my calls or texts, I started to wonder if he blamed me for everything that had happened with Dennis. I hated that Alex and Dennis were having problems, but I didn’t feel their problems were my fault. Alex had only himse
