Fuck. Sinking my forehead to the back of my door, I close my eyes with regret. That was mean and I didn’t intend to be. In fact, the entire walk up here I kept reminding myself to be nice, trying to come up with some stupid greeting to say to her for the first time. Welcome home. No, that makes it sound like our home. Happy you’re here. That’s a lie. I’m not. Anything you need, let me know. Don’t let me know. Get it yourself. Every phrase I rehearsed sounded exactly like that…rehearsed.
