There it was again - his casual dismissive attitude. The delightful thought of my bed vanished into a pop. I felt frustration rising to the surface. “NO! I want to go home, Albert! I’m tired, I’m so drained. I want to be in my own bed. You can’t keep making every decision for me like this! Take me home!”Albert scoffed. “That unsafe apartment complex? Come now, Mia. You can’t think that’s the proper place to raise a baby. And besides, I remember Chris, and I remember you. I know how many weird items he has collected over the years.”It was true. Chris, whose work kept him moving, tended to use my location as a dumping ground for his findings. My apartment was crammed full of oddities he had collected on his travels. Antiques, artifacts. Sharp breakable things, with rough cutting edges. I thought again about the dumpster outside my apartment and the rickety stairs. “Tell me that’s the proper place to raise a baby.”I sat angrily quietly, unable to argue. “Mia, you’ll see. My home is
I snapped my head around to face him and glared. “No, James! This is stretching things too far. You can’t just make all of these major decisions and expect me to go home with you,” I stated. “You are going to take me back home—to my home! Now!” Of course, James kept his demeanor resolute while I w
The second Lily and I turned around, we saw that we’d been confronted by a beautiful, well-dressed woman whose expression was laced with haughty scrutiny. Behind her, was a small group of women that mirrored her same look. She arched a manicured brow and pursed her lips. “A face I've never seen,
I stood outside the interview venue of Crescent Moon company, the fancy decor starkly contrasting with my current predicament. This was undoubtedly the hardest time in my life: I was unexpectedly pregnant and my savings were far from enough to support a child. If my boyfriend had stayed, we coul
‘Holy shit,’ I thought blankly to myself. ‘He does remember me.” Part of me wasn’t entirely sure if that was a good thing or not. It had been over six years since we last saw each other. James had no real reason to remember who I was. Back then, I was just an ordinary, overweight girl who always f
By the time I got home, I felt utterly drained yet buzzed with excitement. My ongoing emotional roller-coaster experience took whatever energy I had left and tossed it clear out the window. But, nonetheless, I was still very much excited for myself. I changed out of my damp clothes and into someth
I was devastated. Shocked. Furious. Completely shattered. It was as if the world around me came to a sudden stand-still and I was stuck frozen in time, being forced to bear witness to the terrible sight in front of me. All that time during Peter’s disappearance, I was convinced that something ho
Oh, sweet heavenly Jesus. Kissing James caused a series of fireworks to go off in my stomach. The warm, soft feel of his lips against my own made me feel weightless. It was like everything I’d ever imagined it would be and much, much more. I knew I was well out of my depth when I first made the