JACKSON
Mrs. Miller insisted that I move into the spare bedroom. "I know you two can share a room," she said, with a look that made Ray blush, "but I think it is important for you to have your own space, too." I felt like there was something unspoken there. Like she was saying that Ray and I might not always be a couple. I didn't want to think about that, or even contemplate the possibility. I was in love with Ray.
But I wasn't sure that he felt as strongly about me.
The guest bedroom was about the size of a large closet, but I didn't mind. Mrs. Miller had been using it to store some Christmas decorations and other odds and ends that Ray and I moved into the attic. There was a twin bed, a nightstand, a dresser and a tiny closet.
I moved my stuff in, feeling both weird and pleased to be
