Mag-log in“There she is,” Sav says softly while glancing toward me. I smile faintly. “Yeah.” When we finally reach Sav and Chase’s place, I look around curiously while dragging my suitcase inside. The apartment feels warm. Lived in. Comfortable. Sav immediately launches into a dramatic house tour. “This is
I grip the armrest for the first few minutes of ascent until finally— Ding. The seatbelt sign is switched off. The plane has leveled out. And the medication has hit me fully. The tension slowly drains from my body like someone is releasing a valve. My eyelids have become heavier. The engine noise fa
My anxiety starts to build again the second I step onto the plane. The narrow aisle suddenly feels too tight. Too enclosed. Too crowded. People shuffle around slowly in front of me while the overhead compartments slam open and shut. Conversations blend together into overwhelming background noise, wh
Greg: The apartment is exactly how you left it before I returned into your life. I managed to get a flight back to San Diego tonight. I left my copy of your key on the kitchen counter. I’m sorry for trying to control your life without your permission or input. I was scared, and I handled it badly. I
The second the video call ends, the quiet booth suddenly feels heavier. I stare down at my dark phone screen for a moment while emotions continue twisting painfully inside my chest. Going home to California. Seeing Chase. Leaving Greg. Everything feels messy. Complicated even. Maybe even too complic
I blink. The words hit far too close to home. The table goes quiet. Even the twins exchange a look because they could see by my expression that the statement landed. I stare down into my coffee. “That’s exactly it,” I admit quietly. My voice is cracking slightly. “I just…” I swallow hard. “I finall
Chase sent me a text saying I should take some time for myself and that he and Sav will meet up with me later at Cloud Gate and he said that whilst we’re here in Chicago it would be stupid of us not to attend a game at Wrigley Field tonight. Well, I never thought I’d be going to one of the oldest ba
Taking into consideration what Sav said I do as she advised. Since landing in Chicago, it has been all about Greg, now it’s time I make time for myself. I don’t know when or if I will visit this city again, I want to see all the city landmarks, movie locations, and museums. Making a plan on where I
“I started to panic, the way Greg was looking so confused with the truth, the way Andrea was looking at me like I shouldn’t be there, and the way his parents had that sympathetic look on their faces. I can’t believe Greg thinks we are still together, and that probably hurt me the most. The way Greg
Walking into the room all heads turn to me. “Jen,” Greg says from his bed with a smile on his face from seeing me. “I’m so happy to see you sweet cheeks.” Did he just call me sweet cheeks? He’s not called me that in years, even just before we broke up. He stopped calling me sweet cheeks months befor







