Chapter 36: Forward Motion

Diego returned to the apartment a few minutes later to find Angela curled up on the couch again.

“Great,” he said loudly. “Guess I’m sleeping on the floor again.”

“Shut up,” she said, though her voice was muffled by a pillow. She sat up and looked at him for the first time in days. “Why did you have to come back?”

He wasn’t sure if she meant him coming back to the apartment, or coming back into her life, so he just let the question sit between them. He really had no good answer for her. Finally, she stood up and walked to the kitchen.

“Do you want tequila?” she asked abruptly.

He chuckled to himself. Tequila was her go-to alcohol when she was pissed. “I’m good,” he called back.

He heard her digging through her cabinets before she came back in with half a bottle of the brown liquid.

“You guys must have had a really good talk,” he said sarcastically.

“Oh, it was great,” she responded, matching his tone. “I really got to see him for who he truly is.”