Chapter 9

Chapter 13

Chapter 13 Present The weirdest part is how quickly everything changes. One minute, I’m in the middle of cleaning up the kitchen, wondering whether the smoothie blender is dishwasher safe, thinking about my ongoing pining and my upcoming move, about how much I’ll miss this—coming home after work, finding twelve forks and a colander in the sink, wondering how many of them are Liam’s.

Chapter 12

Chapter 12 One week ago No dimensional plane exists in which apartment hunting (more precisely: apartment hunting while heartbroken) could ever be pleasant. I have to admit, however, that browsing Craigslist on the phone with my friends while I sip on the overpriced red wine Liam got from an FGP Corp retreat does dull the pain of the ordeal.

Chapter 11

Chapter 11 Two weeks ago I get the phone call on a Wednesday night, before dinner but after I’ve returned from work. I am remarkably composed throughout: I oh and ah in all the right places; I ask pertinent, important questions; I even remember to thank the caller for sharing the news with me.

Chapter 10

Chapter 10 Three weeks ago When Liam arrives home, I can barely feel my toes, my teeth are chattering, and I am more blanket than human. He studies me from the entrance of the living room while pulling off his tie, lips pressed together in what looks a lot like amusement. Asshole.

Chapter 9

Chapter 9 One month ago “I had lots of fun tonight.” “Good. Thank you. I mean . . .” I clear my throat. “So did I.”