I felt myself freeze at the mistake and I chanced a glance up at Lorenzo. He gave me a strange look, one that could’ve been sadness or disgust, but he didn’t say anything. Maybe he didn’t care anymore; it wasn’t like we were still in love and he certainly didn’t have feelings for me like that. Or perhaps he was just trying not to
embarrass me. Whatever it was, it was probably for the best that he glossed over it.
“Come on, let them handle the boxes and let’s get you to your new home. It’s time for a new beginning,” Lorenzo said, reaching for my arm and I followed him on autopilot out to his car.
As we drove across town I felt the stress melt off my shoulders knowing I was finally free of that awful debt collector and that run down building. Moving into the apartment went surprisingly sm
