“Sorry again, dear.”
“That’s alright. Have a good day.”
Pearl nodded at her and Romi ducked away from the teller, past the
lineup behind her, and out the bank’s front door.
She took the check out of her purse when she got back in her car. She
inspected it. Everything looked fine. The date. The signature. Pearl did say
that it was cancelled, which could only mean that it was something on
Kiera’s end.
Had she done it on purpose? Did she regret being so generous?
Romi stared out the windshield at the sidewalk that ran past the bank’s
parking lot. People walked by occasionally. Cars passed on the street.
People always said that it was so strange how life just went on after
something horrible or monumental happened to them. It was true. The
wider world wasn’t concerned with her. They didn’t even know she existed.
The people who did care about her had no idea that anything was going
on with her, even though it had been almost a week since she and Kiera
broke up. She hadn’t told her parents. She hadn’t even told her brother. She
didn’t want Jack asking any questions. Yet. She couldn’t face the hurt that
talking to them would cause. She wasn’t ready. She wasn’t ready to discuss
how brief everything had been, or how abruptly things ended. She hated
that she had no control over any of it and feeling powerless was a really
shitty feeling.
She hadn’t told her parents that she’d quit her job either.
Romi knew she was going to have to. Soon. She had bills that needed to
be paid. Her rent was due in a week. She had her car insurance to pay for,
groceries to buy…it all added up. She hadn’t even looked for another job
yet. Moving on sucked. It really, truly, sucked.
Romi pulled out her phone and checked the time. The bank closed at five
and she’d made it just in time. She knew that the store would be closed
soon and that Kiera would probably be at her house unless she was out on a