HEATH

My apartment was nothing but boxes waiting to be transported back to Seattle.

I stood by the mirror in my bathroom, applying ointment to my jaw where Lorreta had smacked me.

“Ouch” I couldn't help but wince out, The skin there was red and painful and it would no doubt be swollen by morning. I couldn't even clench my jaw in anger because the movement hurt

“When did she become so strong?” my question echoed in my nearly empty apartment. I didn't like that. Women weren't supposed to be this strong. Lorreta has always been my ideal, a soft and proper lady, but now she's changing. She would never...