My mom was standing at the door when I arrived. “What’s going on? Did you and Harvey have a fight?”
“Nope. I just don’t see the point in following him around like a lost puppy anymore,” I said casually.
She didn’t believe me, and why would she? For years, everyone knew that Harvey was the center of my world. The idea of distancing myself from him would seem absurd to anyone who knew us. It required a level of resolve that even I hadn’t known I possessed until now.
But truthfully, it wasn’t difficult. After all, in the previous timeline, he’d often neglected me for that young college girl.
I’d spent many nights waiting for him with dinner that grew cold, only for him to come home late with the excuse of working overtime.
He’d tell me to stop overthinking, to be content with what he provided, and to not make a fuss.
As I sat down to study, my mom glanced over, shocked. “Well, look who’s finally getting serious about school. Good idea! Harvey’s great at studying – why don’t you ask him for help if you need it? You still have time before the exams.”