Chapter 47

• She stood and folded her arms over her body protectively. “He gets out tomorrow. They’re letting him go a few days early.”
• I didn’t answer, turning instead to unlock my apartment door. My thoughts were scattered and murky. How could I have lost track? How could Robert not have told me? I needed to sit down. Looking at Rose, I knew she definitely needed to sit down ... and maybe a shot of vodka, too.
• Olivia wouldn’t be coming by that night. We’d gotten better at spending nights apart—though neither of us liked it very much. Still, she had her work and her own place, and I think both of us were terrified of pushing ourselves too much and too fast. When I say “ourselves”, I mean me. We’d also gotten into a bit of a fight earlier that week. She overheard me turning my mom down for brunch, coming up with all sorts of excuses, and confronted me. It wasn’t pretty.