Chapter 3
Came to get my mail,the letter read, the words written in harsh script. Should’ve known you wouldn’t be here when you said you would. Six o’clock my ass. I waited twenty minutes and then said the hell with it. This is why we didn’t work out. Next time leave my stuff with the rental office and I’ll pick it up there. M
Dull anger rose in Joanne and she crumpled the note in her fist. FuckMiranda. Joanne hadn’t said she’d meet her at six—she said she’d try. They’d lived together for five and half years, so it should have come as no surprise when Joanne had to work late. She alwaysworked late, or so Miranda liked to think. If she needed her mail so badly, the bitch should’ve had the post office forward it when she moved out.