Chapter Thirteen
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
I looked for her on social media. The search was easy. Who had Cory recently followed? I expected to find a gaggle of new women, but it turned out he’d only followed one.
Her name was Holland.
She was a musician.
She had dimples.
Cory had been liking her photos since the beginning of January.
That stung. I scrolled further back and found a post of her celebrating her thirty-third birthday.
It made sense to me that he’d fallen in love with somebody older than us.
We’d both been searching for the same elusive thing that we couldn’t find in each other: a future.
There was a future in that sort of maturity and stability, in that wisdom and guidance.
We each wanted somebody who we could grow into the next stage of our lives with.
Although we had entered adulthood together, at some point we’d begun to hold each other back.
We had both been stuck in our youth for so long.