Six months later
I enter my apartment with a sigh as I walk to turn on the AC. It’s a cheap window unit, and I don’t even know if it still works.
But I hope it does. New Jersey summers are a mixed bag, but it looks like I came back to a freaking heat wave.
I miss Pancake, but I know the family who adopted him from me are good people. They’re treating him well, and they even send me updates every now and then.
It makes me sad, but I know it’s for the best. My allergies have been a little loopy just lately.
So has everything else.
I spent the last six months hiding out in the condo my best friend’s family owns in Florida. Giselle is still pissed at me. I never explained why I ran away, but I knew she’d help.
We go way back. More like sisters than friends. Always there for each other. That’s been our promise since we started first grade over at St. Lucy’s Parochial School.
So when I asked, she handed me the keys immediately. There’s no one like Giselle.
Damn.