Chapter 34

“This is the only way I know how,” I whispered, walking away with the plates.

It is, Bump. I couldn’t stay in that city anymore. Couldn’t continue our lives in that loft as though nothing terrible had happened between us. Thisis what we need to move on. And I pray Nick will eventually realize it.

Later, when everyone had left and I’d cleaned up and taken a shower, I lay in bed, in our new elegant bedroom, trying to read. I was in my new silk pajama bottoms and put my book down, gazing around at the room. I had it done in a rustic, bucolic style. Creme colored walls with a touch of Forget-me-not blue here and there. White wicker chair in the corner. Canvases of pastoral scenes. It’s all very harmonious and Arcadian. Even Esco’s new mat matches the room.

The dog slept, exhausted from playing with the kids all night, and on the wicker chair, were Nick’s worn out blue jeans, bunched up, contrasting with the ordered room.