One week after Katherine had made her decision. I moved into an apartment in her town.
It was small but classy, a one-bedroom apartment with modern finishes and fully furnished.
Nothing like my penthouse in Manhattan and nothing like home.
Because home is where Katherine is. Where my child was growing.
So this is home now. A temporary home, until Katherine realizes we belong together.
Luca was helping me unpack. There were boxes everywhere labeled clothes, books, laptop, and essentials.
"You're really doing this?" he asked. "Leaving Manhattan for a woman who won't even marry you?"
"This is for my child. Not just for her."
"Keep telling yourself that."
He was not wrong. This was about Katherine as much as it was about the baby.
Maybe even more.
I was unpacking a box of clothes when I found it. It was Katherine's sweater. The one she left at my place months ago.
I held it close to me. It smells like her. Jasmine and vanilla.
