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embarrassment. Stepping away from the door, I motioned
her inside. “Come in.”
I closed the door behind her and noticed her looking
around the apartment. “Maddox is not here right now.”
Her blue eyes twinkled, the same eyes as Maddox.
Maddox was a carbon copy of his father, but he got his eyes
from his mother. “I’m here to see you,” she said.
My breathing halted, and I felt a sense of panic well up
inside me. “Me?” What could she ever want with me?
“Can I sit?” Savannah asked, giving me a small smile.
“Um, yeah. Sure.” I motioned toward the couch. “Do you
want something to drink?”
“Water is fine.” I came back with a glass of water, and
she mumbled a quick thank you, when I handed in to her.
Savannah appeared a bit nervous, fidgeting with her dress,
as she took a seat.
“We heard you moved in with Maddox,” she started.
Ah, so his parents were keeping tabs on him. “Yes, about
three months ago.”
She looked around the apartment with a timid smile.
“You have a nice place.”
“Thank you.” I couldn’t tell if she was judging my décor
or appreciating it. Everything felt so awkward, us sitting…
trying to have a normal conversation, when we barely
spoke more than a sentence to each other in the four years
since I’d known Maddox.
“It’s very… homey,” she expressed.
“Is that a bad thing?” I blurted out, without thinking it
through. Maddox loved it, our little apartment together.
Sure, our taste was quite different, but he gave me free
rein over the décor. I left a touch of Maddox – the curtains
were black; our bedroom was all black… but I added a bit
of Lila to it, too. Flower pots, paintings and pictures – he
didn’t have any frames on his walls before, but now, he did.
Photos of us, Colton and his friends. He called it… home.
Ours.