Chapter 17 - Salted wounds

Lena’s apartment was pleasant. It was in an apartment complex in the city’s core and offered a magnificent view. I was scared of heights, so I stayed as far as possible from the windows but still enjoyed the panoramic scene from the comfort of Lena’s armchair in her living room.

She hadn’t expected me, and the space was a bit of a mess from her having a meltdown when Chuck left. I couldn’t blame her.

The water kettle whistled in the kitchen while Lena prepared two cups of tea. I stayed in the living room and flipped through the piles of magazines and books that littered the coffee table. Once I was done, I stacked them in the corner and cleaned up a bit so we’d be more comfortable talking.

I knew what was coming would put salt in our wounds, but it needed to be done.

“How was the flight? I know you hate planes,” Lena asked, placing my cup in front of me.

I smiled at her and took the cup in my hands to warm my fingers. They were frozen.

“It was fine.”

Lena nodded and took a sip of her t