Chapter 8: Old Habits

Cecilia

Old habits die hard.

It’s been a good, Emeric-free week. I’ve been taking better care of myself, using my mornings to sleep in or exercise instead of hurrying out to make breakfast for a demanding boss. My new job is off to a good start, and I’ve spent my evenings cooking for myself and sprucing up my apartment.

But when I’m heading home from work on Friday, I guess I drift into a kind of autopilot. Next thing I know, I’m on Emeric’s block, looking up the street at his high-rise apartment building.

I only live a few blocks west, so it’s not like I drove very far out of my way. But it’s strange how my unconscious mind brought me here, without me even noticing I’d made several wrong turns.

I study the groceries in my shopping cart and frown. It’s all Emeric’s favorite foods that I’ve collected. Another old habit. I’m sure with time, I’ll start remembering my own favorite things. It’s just been so long since I shopped, or did anything, for myself without thinking of his needs fi