LOGINChase laughs again, “Yep.” I grin, “Oh my god.” Then I stop and realize, “You’re actually doing this.” His voice softens, “Yeah.” I smile instantly, and my heart melts. My big brother by a minute and a half. I lean against the wall, “What do you need?” He exhales, “I need your help arranging it.
Coming back to Boston feels strange. Not bad, just… strange. I unlock the apartment door and step inside, carrying my backpack while Greg rolls our suitcases behind us. The place looks exactly as we left it. Blankets folded, shoes by the door, mail stacked neatly, Normal. But somehow after Santa Mon
I sit back, not able to hold in my excitement much longer, “We put an offer in.” Mom’s eyes widen, “You did?” I nod. Mom smiles warmly. Then, unexpectedly reaches across and squeezes my hand, “You’re moving home.” I blink. The words hit harder than I had expected. Home. I smile softly, “Yeah.” Mo
The entire drive back to my parents’ house feels unreal. I sit in the Uber staring out the window with the strangest mix of excitement and disbelief buzzing through my chest. We’ve done it. Or at least started. I keep replaying standing on that balcony looking out at the view, and the ocean, along w
I laugh as I walk forward. It feels good to be back here. I’ve missed this place more than I realized. Within seconds, the whole waiting staff appears. “Oh, my god.” “When did you get back?” “How are you?” The questions fly out so fast that I can’t answer them as quickly. Someone hands me a coff
The email from the realtor comes through late Monday afternoon. I’ve read it once, then twice, then a third time. Greg catches me halfway through opening it again and leans over the back of the couch with a grin. “You know the words aren’t changing, right?” I look up at him, trying and failing to s
“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
After getting off the phone with my parents they have decided to make the trip out here to Chicago to give not just us some support but to be there for Greg’s parents too. I’m relieved to hear they are coming out here and to hear that they are on the next commercial flight out too is a huge relief.
Before heading back into the hospital, I go and grab myself a coffee and a blueberry muffin from the nearby coffee shop. I wander around a little eating my muffing before heading back to the hospital. That is if I don’t get lost on the way. Returning back to the hospital and getting back to Greg’s r







