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Zack hadwork to do on Saturday, allowing me to see a few new places. I also had to return to my current apartment and get more clothes. While there, I started cleaning things up, and after a few hours, I wondered why I had even decided to go to his house.
I was safe here. It had to be a coincidence and not Wade. He was over three hours away, and there was no way he would come over here, destroy my apartment and then go back. If it had been him, wouldn’t he have contacted me after?
By the time I finished cleaning things up, I had decided it was stupid to move to a new place. Getting out of my lease would be expensive, and then putting down a two-month deposit on a new apartment was not something I could afford. Not with having to replace so many of my belongings. It would be wiser to stay where I was, and use the little bit of extra money I was making now to replace the items damaged. I’d also definitely get renter’s insurance — just in case it happened again.
Instead of packing more to bring to Zack’s, I returned empty-handed. I let myself inside and found a note from Zack on the counter that he was having dinner with a client and would see me later.
I tapped a finger on the counter beside the note as I thought. If I waited until he came home, he would probably try to talk me out of moving back. If I left while he was gone, he would probably be upset. I didn’t want to upset the man, but I didn’t want him to try to talk me out of going back to my place.
I hurried to my room and began to pack. My only disappointment as I let myself out of the beautiful condo was that I wouldn’t be sleeping with Zack anymore.
The more I thought about it, the worse of an idea it was to get more involved with him. We needed to stop whatever we were doing—if only for my sanity.
Besides, I was in the middle of a divorce, and I needed time to figure out who I was now. For so long, I had been Mrs. Wade Rouse. I wasn’t that person anymore. I needed to stand on my own two feet and find my place in this world.
I left a note for him that I hoped he enjoyed his dinner and that I had gone back to my apartment. I topped the message off with a comment about seeing him at the office on Monday and added a smiley face.
Hopefully, he wouldn’t be too disappointed that I had left without saying goodbye to his face. I left his house and car keys on the counter and then took the main elevator to the lobby instead of the one to the garage. I asked the doorman to get me a taxi and stood inside the entrance until he flagged one down.
I knew Zack would be a little upset, but I hoped he would forgive me. I was glad I had made this decision, and despite wishing I’d had another night in his bed, it was the right choice to make.
Inside my apartment, I set my things down and looked around again. It was getting dark outside, and my two living room lamps had been broken. Luckily the television still worked, so I turned that on more for light than entertainment and did a bit more cleaning until I yawned and decided it was time to go to bed.
It wasn’t until I was curled under my sheets that anxiety began to build in my gut. What if the person that broke in and ransacked my apartment came back? What if someone else broke in?
In all my years, I had never been afraid to be alone in my home. The house I shared with Wade had an alarm, and it was always armed when I was by myself. I didn’t have that luxury here. I glanced at my cellphone sitting beside me. The best I could do was to call 911 if there was an emergency.
I yawned again and closed my eyes. I was going to be alright. I was safe. I had a job, a place to live, and a future waiting for me. As I drifted off, I thought of Zack and let the warm memories from last night fill my mind.
