Aubrey
I pull up outside of Everett’s place, where I have been staying for the last couple of nights. He’ll be home late tomorrow. I’m looking forward to seeing him; he knows I am here. To get ready, I want to make sure the place is clean and the fridge is stocked for his return. I’m happy I won’t have to sleep alone tomorrow. Hugo and I talked, and things are okay, but I came here because I’m still a bit mad at him and didn’t want to overstay my welcome. I need to find an apartment soon. Everywhere I’ve seen hasn’t felt right, or Hugo thought it wasn’t secure enough. We have more viewings next week. That’s stressing me out, but right now, that doesn’t matter. The important thing is that Everett will be home. We can reconnect. He’d better not leave for so long again, or I’ll insist on goi
