Chapter 2
Joanne dreamed of Miranda, not for the first time since the break-up. Five years was a long time, and Joanne had almost begun to believe she was in love. She wasn’t unhappy, and they always said, “Love you,” before going to work or falling asleep. Even when the words became perfunctory, they must’ve still meant something, right?
In her dream, Joanne felt the same ache in the middle of her chest that she’d felt when Miranda walked out of their apartment for the last time. At first Miranda wasn’t even in the dream; it was only Joanne, sitting on the sofa in her living room, staring at the shut door with the feeling that Miranda had just left. If Joanne wanted to, she could catch Miranda before it was too late. Before Miranda was gone for good. If she stood up, she could race to t
