Chapter 13.1: Luxuries

Cecilia

Emeric’s words keep drifting back into my mind.

“Move in with me if you must.” In that huffy, irritated tone of voice.

I still start shaking with anger every time I think about it, even though it’s been two days since it happened.

I kicked Emeric out of the cabin after he stormed inside behind me. And then I avoided him and his friends for the rest of the trip. Back home now, I’m wandering my apartment aimlessly and replaying the whole thing in my mind for probably the millionth time.

Next thing I know, I’m in the kitchen, pouring myself a big glass of cabernet. I pause, though, when the glass is about half full. Because I’ve just realized that I don’t actually want to drink it.

I dump the glass out in the sink. And then the rest of the bottle, too.

I really don’t need to get drunk again and make another ill-advised phone call to my mother. And I don’t need to develop another bad habit to replace Emeric, either.

I need to find a way to deal with this whole thing properly a