Jessie slid a damp cloth over the surface of the coffee table to remove the dust and moved the table to the center of the room. Placing the two large pillows underneath, she smiled because that was Zach's favorite place to eat.
She lit a candle, set the table with napkins and chopsticks, then walked to the CD player and slid in his favorite jazz artist. A nervous feeling ached in her stomach and had her wondering if he'd even show up after the way they'd left things earlier in the day. Pushing the negativity aside, she began humming to distract her thoughts.
Glancing around her spacious home in Gramercy Park, she eyed the furniture in the living room with satisfaction knowing it was the actual antique furniture she'd jumped on during her growing years. Most people viewed returning to your roots as a lack of growth, but she didn't see it that way at all. She saw it as a new opportunity to relive her youth...but only the good times...not the bad.