Chapter 2

“Breaking up. It’s what couples do when it no longer works for them. And this—” I gestured to the two of us “—it’s not working for me. Goodbye, Michael. I hope you find what and who you’re looking for.”

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I had been named after Fabian, the singer-actor dude. My mother had allowed my grandmother to name me. I can’t tell you how many times I’d get people calling me Fabio, after the guy with the hair. Nope, not thatone.

Anyway, as I left Michael’s office building and stepped into the overcast day, I already had out my cell phone to call my sister.

“Wait. What?” Denise exclaimed. “You mean he’s not coming with you?”

I snorted a laugh. “There is no him. Didn’t you get what I said? We broke up.”

“That lughead dumped you?”

“I kind of dumped him. I think.” I paused at my car to unlock it with the electronic fob. “I’m screwed, though.”

“Why?”