But he doesn’t want a family and Lene told me she’s longing to have a child.
Earlier this evening, I was sitting up in bed, watching a documentary on surfers—and no, it’s not because all the men in it were half naked, blond, blue-eyed, and wet—when my phone buzzed on the bed and I immediately thought of Nick. He’s been gone for a week already. He did exactly what he said he would. He closed up Split, asked me to write up temporary layoff letters to all of the employees, dropped off Esco at Boone’s, packed a suitcase, and flew out of this maze
It was Lene calling. I debated on answering her. It’s not that I don’t love her to death, it’s just that she has this uncanny intuition and always sees right into my mind and I haven’t dusted or vacuumed anything up there in a while. It’s embarrassing, really.