My hands trembled as I opened the back door to Simona’s house. I’d only been going in there during the day to work, but now the thought of being alone in my little apartment over the garage felt strange, tragic even.
I went into the office and instead of sitting on my side of the desk I sat in Simona’s chair. The books on the shelves were comforting, and immediately I felt my shoulders loosen and relax. I leaned my head back into the soft brown leather and closed my eyes.
“What the hell am I going to do now?” I spoke aloud, breaking through the silence haunting the house. I could feel her presence here, the scent of her perfume and coffee lingering. f**k me, I was in trouble. The only thing I could think to do was run away. How could I admit to her how I felt when I couldn’t say the word
