“Yeah?” I had one foot on the curb, ready to step out of the car. I turned back to look at him, but he was staring straight ahead, fists tightened and resting on top of the steering wheel.
“Don’t worry about coming in tomorrow. You deserve the day off and to sleep in.”
“Oh.” He wouldn’t look over at me.
“I’ll see you tomorrow night for our session.”
I got out of the car, peeking in one more time before closing the door behind me. Greg still hadn’t moved from his stoic position, so I headed inside with my bagful of snacks and Wilson’s coat still wrapped around me. I headed up to the fifth floor and walked down the hall to my corner apartment.
I stopped at the door next to mine and touched the wreath hanging on the door. I had made it for Greg years ago and he still used it every Christmas. This was something else I had never told Alexa or even Erica, that Greg was my neighbor. When Alexa was living with me I never wanted her to think anything of Greg and me, since she was having her own problems. With Erica it was a little harder since she was used to just popping over to the apartment, so if we were going anywhere Greg and I always let the other know so there would be any accidental run ins.
We never wanted how close we were to affect work at all because we never wanted it to seem like favoritism, since Greg was the one who also owned my unit. After I had stayed with him when starting out at The Ink Well, he decided to get his own place and let me keep his, instead of me trying to find somewhere close to here that I could afford.
I made my way into my apartment and set my bag of goodies down on the kitchen counter before making my way into the living room. It didn’t matter where I went or what I did, Greg was in every part of my life. I plopped down on the couch and looked around the room. I hadn’t redecorated when I moved in completely. All of this was Greg’s. The furniture, the decorations, the knick-knacks. Everything.
No matter how much I tried to escape the feelings I had for him, they just seemed to grow with every thought of what he had done for me. He had made my life easy and made sure I had everything I had ever needed, and what had I given him?
Nothing.
I pulled my phone out of the purse still draped over my shoulder and saw a few texts from Alexa and Erica, but decided not to answer them. I had exactly twenty-six hours until I had to see Greg again in which to try to get myself together for this therapist to convince her that Greg and I didn’t belong together.
During that time, I needed to try to convince myself, too, because I was looking down at a text from Greg that he had just sent.
See you tomorrow, Wife.
The little three dots popped up in a bubble in the messages and I waited to see what he would say next.
And so you know.
Come on. Out with it already man.
I love you.
