She’d been sorting through her clothes for the last hour, throwing some away, filling a bag to take to the thrift store, and hanging up or folding the items she’d decided to keep. She had an appointment in the morning to walk through an apartment for rent and, from the pictures posted on the Internet, it looked small, but nice. She had some money saved, so she could afford a few pieces of gently used furniture, and the rent was affordable enough to allow her to save for more. For the first time in a long while, she was feeling excited. She thought about her room at Adam’s place, and how nice it had been, but quickly shut off that line of thought. It hurt to think of him. She missed him so much. She kept thinking it would get better, not worse, and again she was tempted to return his calls, or answer the next time he called, but she just couldn’t. It almost seemed the longer she was away from him, the more embarrassing and ridiculous her family must seem to him. She just couldn’t face him, not yet.
