Chapter Fifteen
The nice thing about only working one day a week means that I have most of the week for leisure. Walking the park that winds behind my loft. Painting. Reading. I thought that it was a fulfilling life. A sign of success that my bank account continues to grow through solid investments. And the Saturday nights have always been more about pleasure than work.
Today nothing seems to hold my interest. My books look empty and cold. The outside is a lonely place. This is Bea’s fault. The world only looks colorful when she’s near me, which is hardly any time at all.
Suddenly one day a week seems like not enough.
I’m looking through my phone, listless, before finally giving in. I pull up the video app so that I can view her page. There are so many videos here. So many days of her.
