The T-shirt underneath was plain and slightly wrinkled, but I immediately felt lighter.
Sophia appeared beside me holding three notebooks.
“Are you hot?”
“No.”
She looked at the hoodie in my hands.
“You don’t have to stop wearing it because of today.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you taking it off?”
I folded it carefully.
“Because it’s his.”
Sophia watched me for a moment.
Then she nodded.
We bought our things, picked up coffee, and drove to Jill’s apartment. Jill opened the door before Sophia could knock twice and immediately pulled me into a hug.
“I hate men.”
“Eric is sitting right there,” I said into her shoulder.
“I temporarily hate all men except Eric.”
Eric lifted his hand from the couch.
“I appreciate the exemption.”
“And Anthony,” Jill added.
“Anthony would be offend
