The day after Noah’s pathetic attempt to cheer me up, I lay in our shared bed while Noah toured office buildings for something to rent for the firm he wanted to start. I wanted to tell him that he could just work from home until things really took off, but I knew that there was no point. He was as much looking for an excuse to be away from me and my depression as he was looking for a place to work.
That was fine. I needed space from him, too. All I wanted was to be alone.
I rolled over and reached for my phone, both my only source of comfort and my constant tormentor ever since I saw that video of Andrew and Princess Aurora’s announcement of their engagement. There were a million messages from Lily and Terri offering their condolences. I scrolled right past them.
One from Eliza mentione
