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.
