Chapter Two - June 27, 2020
Max sat in the townhouse she had recently rented. The air conditioner was on full as she battled the heat wave that had swept over the east coast, hitting the small town in Maryland that Max had selected as her new residence with everything it had
Hampstead, Maryland. Middle of Nowhere, USA. And Max had found it absolutely charming, and more importantly, absolutely perfect. She didn't have to constantly look over her shoulder, but really, there wasn't anything to look over at.
It had been close to four months since she had left Seattle and she had never once regretted her decision. Sure, she missed Original Cindy and her whacked out ghetto speak, and missed Kendra's obsession with 'banging the gong'. Those two had been the best friends she had ever had. Outside of Logan that is.
Logan. Max thought as she turned in her chair so that the air from the vent was hitting her directly in the face. Logan was the one person that she regretted leaving behind. His eyes, his cooking, his convictions, his eyes, his taste in wine, his eyes, everything about him. Did she mention his eyes?
Max shook her head, as if trying to clear the thoughts from her head, as she stood to shuffle across the room. Leaning out the front door, she grabbed the mail out of the small box next to the door.
When she saw her named scribbled across a bight pink envelope in thick purple letters, she squealed in delight. She sat down at the table, ripping open the envelope and puling out the colorful stationary.
She sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing her swollen stomach idly as she read Original Cindy's letter updating her on the trials and tribulations of Seattle.
Max sat in the townhouse she had recently rented. The air conditioner was on full as she battled the heat wave that had swept over the east coast, hitting the small town in Maryland that Max had selected as her new residence with everything it had
Hampstead, Maryland. Middle of Nowhere, USA. And Max had found it absolutely charming, and more importantly, absolutely perfect. She didn't have to constantly look over her shoulder, but really, there wasn't anything to look over at.
It had been close to four months since she had left Seattle and she had never once regretted her decision. Sure, she missed Original Cindy and her whacked out ghetto speak, and missed Kendra's obsession with 'banging the gong'. Those two had been the best friends she had ever had. Outside of Logan that is.
Logan. Max thought as she turned in her chair so that the air from the vent was hitting her directly in the face. Logan was the one person that she regretted leaving behind. His eyes, his cooking, his convictions, his eyes, his taste in wine, his eyes, everything about him. Did she mention his eyes?
Max shook her head, as if trying to clear the thoughts from her head, as she stood to shuffle across the room. Leaning out the front door, she grabbed the mail out of the small box next to the door.
When she saw her named scribbled across a bight pink envelope in thick purple letters, she squealed in delight. She sat down at the table, ripping open the envelope and puling out the colorful stationary.
She sat down at the kitchen table, rubbing her swollen stomach idly as she read Original Cindy's letter updating her on the trials and tribulations of Seattle.