JJ, Suki, and I returned to a quiet apartment; Lucy had flown home over the holiday and Christian had reggaed off to Jamaica to see his family. It was heaven.
We unpacked in a hurry before flopping down on the bed. “That wasn’t bad,” I said. “Mom looked terrific.”
Suki jumped up, turned around three times, and settled between us. The fridge clicked on. A car drove by outside.
I reached for his hand. “Good to be home.”
“Yeah…only you’re leaving soon for a new home.”
Heart twisting in my chest, I squeezed my fingers around his. “Let’s not talk about it yet. We still have time.”
“To do what?” He blew out a heavy sigh. “Things won’t be the same once you leave.”
“You’ve been around long enough to know everything changes.”
“Doesn’t mean I have to like it.”
We laid there a while longer. Another car went by. The fridge turned off. Suki slept on.