April
The majority of April, you pass trying to get your shit together. You called Amy once and left her a voicemail saying you hoped she was better.
You get promoted at work so that becomes a distraction.
You're so distracted, you don't even think once how you're going to pay for the other share of the rent. The thought comes to you the same day the letter arrives.
It said:
Leo,
I am better. Thanks for everything. Here's my half of the money.
Signed,
Amy.
You don't know why that gives you hope that maybe she'll come back, but it does and you can't help but feel like maybe everything will go back to the way it was before.
