11
Charlie
I’m getting out of my car at my apartment, having just dropped off Sarah with Rosa for the day. Stepping out into the evening air, I squint.
It’s not that I want to look for Larkin. I swear that I don’t. But my eyes automatically search for her car, a little red Honda. When I spot it, I know that she’s home.
Leave her alone, I scold myself. You will ruin that girl. She deserves a lot better than what you have to offer. Which is basically nothing.
So I distract myself for a couple of hours. I go for a long run. I clean the house. I attempt to read the Wall Street Journal, though I get can’t even through the first section without looking wonderingly at the wall I share with Larkin.
Eventually I shower and get dressed, already knowing in the back of my head that I am going to
