12/23: "The Girl in the Red Dress: A Love Story Nobody Expected" — Vanity Fair
I pace the brownstone kitchen, one lap after the next. Every time I come near the counter, I side-eye the whiskey glass Lukas left on the counter. It has a faint lip print on the rim where he drank from it, and in my emotions-going-haywire state, I’m half-considering pressing my lips to that exact spot, just to feel a little bit more connected to him.
My phone sits on the counter. I haven’t dared to text him yet, because I don’t want to interrupt, but every second that goes by without his name lighting up my screen kills me that much more.
As I finish Lap #80 or whatever, I decide I have to do something proactive or I’ll go insane. So I pick up the phone. My thumb goes to Jillian’s name in my contacts.
Her p
