The apartment was eerily quiet all weekend without Violet around. I sorta enjoyed the peace, but the silence also penetrated me to my core, reminding me of how alone I was. Adam cancelled our Sunday hangout, a weekly brunch we'd consistently attended since the first time we dated. Cancelling was just another clue that abandonment was on the way.
At least I have weed, I told myself, packing the bowl of my pipe with a fresh batch from my dealer. And at least Isabel will be okay.
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