gesture.Stepping into the apartment that had been my home for several months was like stepping onto a different planet. Very little had changed, but this wasn’t home anymore. I couldn’t believe it ever had been. Just crossing the familiar threshold, I felt intrusive. Unwelcome.At first glance, it was the same aside from the absence of my belongings. When I looked around, though, the differences showed themselves. There were signs of other life here, of someone who was neither Matt nor myself. Someone who had settled in. Matt hated coffee, but there was an espresso maker on the kitchen counter. In the middle of the table, a houseplant that looked much too healthy to be strictly under his care. The fan of magazines on the coffee table had a few requisite copies of Field & Stream and Maxim, but otherwise it was too Cosmopolitan and Vogue to belong solely to him. The mailing label on the top copy of Cosmo had the apartment’s address on it, and the letters above it formed an unfamiliar name, but I didn’t look long enough to comprehend exactly what her name was.I swallowed hard.
