Chapter 3

Inside her apartment, with the door locked behind her, Joanne muttered, “Fuck you, Mir-ran-da. I don’t need to deal with your shit on top of everything else. You left, remember? So you don’t get to nag me anymore.”

Miranda.If there had been a time when Joanne had loved her, it was so far in the past now, neither of them could even remember it. They had only dated a few months before deciding to move in together, though when Joanne thought back, she realized it had actually been Miranda calling the shots from the start. Miranda’s lease was up and she didn’t want to renew, so she’d suggested moving into Joanne’s place, and stupidly Joanne had said, why not?