Chapter 60

  “I’m home,” I call out into the apartment, dropping my keys on the hall table. There is soft jazz music coming from Sarah’s room, the distinct smell of Marcus’s aftershave in the living room, and a half empty bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. I sigh, bristling inside, and ponder staying at Jake’s apartment for the night as he offered. I should have stayed over instead of taking the extra car journey home; we’d be watching a movie by now.

  There’s no response from the closed bedroom, so I assume they don’t want to be disturbed. I don’t attempt to call out again. I just go to my room and dump my luggage by the bed, glad to be home, yet at the same time the familiar pang of missing Jake is already washing over me.