CATALINA
I had finally submitted my resume and evidence of my past fundraising programs to The Tender Heart Foundation, not because they really needed it to involve me, but to let them know that I was capable, and not just relying on Alejandro.
With a tired yawn, I shut down my laptop and dropped it on the side stoop, before planting my legs in my flipflops and walking out of the living room, heading to the kitchen.
It was empty, Nina was nowhere in sight, beauty too.
“those two.” I shook my head, then an idea suddenly popped into my mind.
An idea suddenly popped into my mind.
Dinner.
I stood there for a moment, staring at the kitchen knowing that it belonged to someone else, definitely not me, and in a few months I'd be gone.
Maybe it's why I had never made dinner in this house.
