Why My Late Father Warned Me In A Dream About What I Was Wearing

thing of value I owned that mattered.

Books on the shelf, mixed in with Derek’s.

That was it, really. I’d moved into Derek’s fully furnished apartment, adapted to his aesthetic, molded myself to fit his space. Most of what filled those rooms belonged to him or came from his previous life. Previous relationship, probably.

I’d just been living there. I’d continue reading …