Gemma“When was the last time you did something simply because you wanted to?” Gigi asked.“What do you mean?”“For yourself, Gemma. Not because someone needed you to. Not because it was expected of you. Just because it made you happy.”I frowned as I tried to think of an answer. Surprisingly, I didn’t have to think for long.“I would cook.”The answer came so naturally that it caught both of us by surprise.“There she is,” Gigi smiled softly. “I’ve been waiting for her to show up.”Gigi stayed with me for the rest of the day. She talked when I did not feel like talking, ordered dessert I did not ask for, and somehow managed to make my penthouse feel a little less empty.She never once asked me to explain how I was feeling or pressured me to pretend I was okay. She simply sat beside me and kept me company, and her presence alone was enough.The next morning, I found myself driving aimlessly through the city until I parked in front of a grocery store.Maybe I was hungry.Or maybe, for
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