I adjust back to life pretty quickly.

Everything is routine. I wake up, feed Snickers, go to work, come home.

I take my Lexapro when I remember and my Xanax probably too much.

I sleep through my first therapy appointment and then ignore Dr. Blacks calls.

At this point I haven't heard from Paul at all.

I know that he goes across the street from my work almost every day for a beer.

I rarely think about him.

I do think about Edward.

That's when I decide to bake him a pie.

The bakery owner, Mrs. Newton is nice. She doesn't comment when I'm late to work and let's me use the kitchen for my own baking.

I used to bake a lot.

I haven't baked in it since my mom died.

Mrs. Newton is shocked at first when I ask her if I can use it, but then smiles.

He'll like cherry pie, right?


3 today.