“Show me,” I replied.
The second apartment looked newer than the first one. Better lighting. Cleaner layout. Smaller bedroom though. Jade would complain about the closet immediately.
“This one was renovated recently,” the leasing agent explained.
I walked farther inside again while looking toward the windows. Cars moved beneath the building while city lights reflected across the glass outside.
“This would only be temporary,” I said without really meaning to.
The leasing agent smiled politely after hearing that.
“Most people say that,” she replied.
I almost laughed at that.
Temporary. That word followed me around constantly now. Temporary separation. Temporary arrangement. Temporary stress until the divorce ended. Somehow every temporary decision created another permanent problem in
