Amelia
He was right.
I've been working non-stop all day. I've been organizing meetings, answering calls, typing up letters. Penelope has her hands full today do I really had to step in. It's a good thing I left at six, a lot had to be done.
When he has a meeting, I leave the building for an hour and a half or so. I go to the café nearby, where I used to meet up with Devon. I'm a regular customer now and everyone knows me by my name. I rarely think about Devon. He hasn't tried to communicate with me at all. The last time I saw him was the day I cut him out of my life, right under our apartment building. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll see him, but I never do. I don't know if he even lives in this city anymore and honestly, I don't care. I'm just glad that he's in the past.
I have my coffe
