Epilogue
Per my lease, I had to give my landlord sixty days’ notice in order to get out of it without consequences. That didn’t mean that I wasn’t over at Lucas’s more often than not, or that most of my things hadn’t migrated over in the interim. Including my cat. Optimus loved his new accommodations. Especially the carpeted perch Lucas installed on the big picture window. It seemed like the only time my cat moved was in order to eat.
When all was said and done, I officially moved in the second week of September. Lucas couldn’t stop grinning. He installed little hooks by the door, and he always stopped to look at our keys hanging next to each other whenever he came or went. More than that, he really loved welcoming me home. The way he said the word, deep and full of meaning, never failed
