“Really?! Because I was all set to,” Claudia shot back incredulously.
“Well, that maybe could’ve been a great idea. Except you never talked to me about it! You decided to have an open relationship, if that is in fact what happened here and I doubt it was, all on your goddamn own! We didn’t talk about it and sure as hell didn’t know I was free to go whoring—”
A week later, Mackenzie returned to the apartment to find it significantly less filled with furniture and a note letting her know that Claudia had paid up the place for the next two months. After that, Mackenzie needed a roommate or a new place to live.
All she could muster though, through hiccupping sobs was, “I had flowers for you. I lost them.”