Chapter 325

• I’m finally home, and I’m standing in my apartment. Sarah isn’t here, as usual, only this time, it vexes me. There’s a crapload of man things scattered throughout the apartment, and that rank smell of Marcus’s aftershave is over everything. I’m also aware that the whole time I’ve been gone, I have only heard from her via text, briefly asking about my mother. I know I shouldn’t be upset; I barely check in with her, but I assumed I would have had at least one call since I haven’t been home in more than a week.
• I march to my room and throw my suitcase down in agitation. I have two days at home for a change as Jake is shooting off to see his momma for her birthday. For once, I’m not being dragged along for the occasion. I know Jake loves his mother and wants some alone time with her; he plans to take her on a shopping and spa day for her and her two sons.
• My room is depressing after weeks of jumping between grand hotels and Jake’s apartment for quick changes and flight stop-overs. I miss his apartment, the view from his comfy ivory tower, and the city lights stretching below. My room is claustrophobic. And it doesn’t help that there are mountains of clothes piled on three surfaces, as I would come home, throw out the contents of one suitcase, and pack another before leaving again.