Three months.
It's been three months since I left Tony. Since I walked away from the man I love to protect my brother.
Three months of building a new life in this small town that was two hours away from Manhattan.
The simple, quiet, safe life.
Or so I thought.
I was at the grocery store on my usual Saturday morning shopping trip. I was in the produce section, selecting apples and trying to remember whether Elliot preferred Granny Smiths or Gala apples, when I heard my name.
"Katherine! Hi!"
I turned to see Pete Anderson, my former high school boyfriend, who now lived in my neighborhood.
"Hey, Pete."
"Fancy meeting you here." His smile was genuinely warm.
"I do live here. I kind of have to buy groceries."
"Fair point." He looked at my cart. "Cooking for one?"
"Two. Elliot lives with me occasionally when he visits from school."
"Right, your brother. How's he doing? Is he fully recovered?"
"Yes. He's back at Columbia and most times commutes from here."
