(Aaliyah’s POV)
The end of January approached faster than I’d expected, which was crazy, because I mean, it was common knowledge that January actually had 50 days, right?
The calendar was a ruse, trying to wash dirt in our eyes and convince us that it was 31 days, as if we didn’t know any better.
But the new year was going amazingly so far.
Life was nothing short of amazing with Jaime by my side as my boyfriend, and in all honesty, I was the happiest woman alive, but deep down, I was not a hundred percent and, for the love of me, I couldn’t tell what was wrong.
It wasn’t work, because I had quit Lancaster Premiums, and I had actually gotten a reader’s dream of a job with a small publishing company downtown. The pay was surprisingly good, almost at par with what I earned as Jaime’s ass
