, and a few books. The rest of it, the furniture we picked out together, the art

days before, I left a single piece of paper. It was a 'release from l

in half. I dropped the pieces into the trash. I c

ile that passed, I felt a weight lifting off my shoulders. Ch

ity, was waiting for me at my new apartment. The look of pure, unadulterated joy

ing me into a hug that felt l

polished concrete, with a massive open kitchen. It was a chef's dream. Andrew had given me complete control, an

rporate office sent down the new s

a voice said f

igent eyes and a confident smile stood ther

were in the advanced sauce class together at

her hand. "You were the one wh

nd. "He was always wrong about the

pairings, and building the cellar from the ground up. We talked about food, about travel, about our ambitions. Our conversations were easy, filled with a mutual

I was finally building