ELLA

“Hi, good morning,” Quincy said as he stepped into the room. I was on my way to the bathroom, but he had a cheery expression and a swing in his step that made me stop and look at him suspiciously.

I internally chuckled at the fact that he would never have guessed that just a few minutes ago, I thought he had picked up his things and left without me.

Just how traumatized was I that my first thought leaned into the worst possible outcome? It was as hilarious as it was pathetic.

I would have to reprogram my mind to see the good in things, but right now,...