Allegra.
Mentally recovering from what happened with that heartbreak had been a lot, but I was coping well enough. At the moment, I was laying down on the couch, trying not to burst into tears again. ‘Well enough’ being relative, of course.
On the bright side, I had a runway show soon. I was adapting very well to the new place, and the people here were very kind. I thought about the boss and how he was very accommodating to people in general.
Now that I was settling down and had hopes for the future, maybe I could look into therapy. With my new position, my health costs would be covered by insurance, and it may be healthy for me. I needed to let Layla go, but it was so difficult.
That question hung in my mind like a tick to a dog. ‘Do you think Layla has any regrets?’ I had asked Neal that, and he had denied that it mattered. Really, he was right. It shouldn’t. Things had gone horribly with the Michaelsons, but they could have gone much worse.
