The text arrived while I was buckling my daughter into her car seat: “Moving to France with Jamie. I emptied our savings. Good luck paying rent.” I typed back “Thanks for letting me know” because…
I was buckling my five-year-old into her car seat when my phone buzzed with a text from Belle: “Moving to France with Jamie. I emptied our savings. Good luck paying rent. ” I stared at the screen, my mind refusing to process the words. Jamie, her coworker, the “just a friend” she’d introduced at awkward … Read more