I’m finally home, and I’m standing in my apartment. Sarah isn’t here, as usual, only this time, it vexes me. There’s a crapload of man things scattered throughout the apartment, and that rank smell of Marcus’s aftershave is over everything. I’m also aware that the whole time I’ve been gone, I have only heard from her via text, briefly asking about my mother. I know I shouldn’t be upset; I barely check in with her, but I assumed I would have had at least one call since I ...