The Real World

Evie

The plane jerked as the wheels hit the runway, signaling I was back home after a minor delay in Portland. I was anxious to get home and to the safety of my apartment. I needed my safe place. I wanted to be wrapped up in the things that made me feel safe and comfortable. It was hard to leave him behind. He said he wanted to make it work, but that was impossible.

My life was in California. My work kept me busy. It wouldn’t make a lot of sense to fly back and forth to Portland or wherever he ended up going. I’d fought for him. I’d tried. Xander had some things to work through and there was nothing more I could do to help him do that.

I texted Nelle to let her know the plane landed. She was already waiting for me.

“Hi,” she greeted me when I made my way to the baggage collection area.

“Hi.”

“You don’t look happy.”

“It’s a long story.”

“I took the night off. We’ll go back to your place and you can tell me everything over a glass or five of wine.”

“Yes, please,” I groaned.

Thirty minut