Chapter 11
Because of the time difference, it was already late afternoon by the time Zach dropped me off at my apartment. Having spent the last few days in close proximity to not only Zach but my family, my apartment seemed almost unbearably quiet. It hadn’t bothered me before, so bothering me now seemed particularly stupid.
I turned on every light in the place, though it was wasteful and I knew it. But the illumination didn’t do much to lighten my mood. I made myself coffee and then went to stand on my balcony.
My view wasn’t of the ocean like Zach’s was. I had a view of some palm trees. He’d saved enough money over the years between Chicago and Miami to buy a little condo. It wasn’t right on the beach or anything, but the ocean was visible from off his living room. A few blocks away,
