Six months later
I enter my apartment with a sigh as I walk to turn on the AC. It's a cheap window unit, and I don't even know if it still works.
But I hope it does. New Jersey summers are a mixed bag, but it looks like I came back to a freaking heat wave.
I miss Pancake, but I know the family who adopted him from me are good people. They're treating him well, and they even send me updates every now and then.
It makes me sad, but I know it's for the best. My allergies have been a little loopy just lately.
So has everything else.
I spent the last six months hiding out in the condo my best friend's family owns in Florida. Giselle is still pissed at me. I never explained why I ran away, but I knew she'd help.
We go way back. More like sisters than friends. Always there for each other.
