That was a funny word to use, but it was the right one. Just the thought of making a conscious choice about where she lived was massively freeing. This wasn’t about Regan. It wasn’t solely about Regan. Living in Cambridge was going to be great. A world-class university, lots of tech people, history, seasons. Everything she’d ever wanted in a home. And being there would help keep her mind clear. Regan wouldn’t be in the next room, clouding her mind with thoughts of forbidden fruit. She’d have her own life, make her own plans, eat dinner when she wanted to, and not depend on another person for the roof over her head. This would be her first experience living completely on her own. It was about time. * The apartment was actually nicer than Regan described. Bruce either had the skills of an interior designer, or he had hired one. Callie followed the rather meek-looking economics professor around the small apartment as he pointed out all of its features. From the way Regan interacted with him, Callie could tell that they had not been close friends.
