He stepped up to the closet, pushed the door open and started pulling out his clothes that he stuffed into the bag (hangers included – he needed some anyway). He loved Ikea bags for the uncomplicated packing they allowed! Once the first bag was full, he opened the second one, threw in some shoes an

As they made their way from the parking lot to the entrance of the building now, with Pete walking a few steps ahead, his back appearing even more tense and straight in this perfectly fitting, expensive suit and with his black hair cut way too short for D’s taste, she told herself once again that sh

Erica and Francine had continued their conversation about the plans for the next day. And Pete was laughing out loud at something Tom must have said. The anger balled up in the pit of her stomach D realized that, as much as wanted to, she could hardly confront him right here and now. She couldn’t m

“So, how’s the situation at home?” Jack asked. “How’s Joe doing?” They were sitting on a bench at a small table in the back of the pub. The band had just left the stage for a fifteen-minute break. Sarah shrugged undecidedly. She had no idea what to tell Jack. It wasn’t only the tricky subject, t

Then there had been the memorable Saturday at the end of July when he’d come downstairs for breakfast, feeling tired from being out until the early morning and agitated by a few things Hannah had said and done. He’d come downstairs and found D/Danielle sitting in their kitchen. She had been waiting