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  Who else knew that? Who else knew I was sleeping at Coles? Emma was the only person who knew I wasnt at home. I cant think of anyone else who knew that information and would want to use it against me. Jesse knew about my feelings for Cole, but he helped me with the dean. If Jesse wanted to get me in his bed, he could have said yes when I asked him to my rebound guy. He said no. I scrub my other arm and then wash my hair. The wound on my leg is finally healing. The hot water makes it itch. I turn off the shower and dry off, wrapping my towel around me as I head out of the steamy little bathroom.

  As I pad barefoot to my bedroom, I feel uneasy again. My stomach curdles and the hairs on my neck raise. I clutch the towel and shift my eyes through the room. Im the only one here. The sensation of being watched floods me. Heart racing, I wonder if Im overreacting or if someone is really there, looking in the window. Silently, I walk to the windowpane and stand off to the side, looking out. The street is busy like always, but no one stands at a lamppost staring at my window. I drop the mini blinds, and touch the back of my head to the wall and sigh.

  Im paranoid. When did this happen? It never spooked me to be alone before, and now I am acting like the stupid chick in a horror movie, jumping every time I walk out of the shower. Annoyed with myself for being so twitchy, I dress quickly, but I cant shake the feeling. The goose bumps wont go down and I still feel eyes on me. I pull on jeans and a tank, grab my helmet, and dart out the door. Its too damn hot for the leather jacket today. On my way out the front door, I smack into Edward.

  He takes my shoulders and steadies me, "Whoa, there. Sorry, I didnt see you coming through the door. "

  "Shes not here," I say, ignoring Edwards apology and shaking him off. I ran into him. I realize Im acting like a bitch and turn back, practically hopping on one foot, as I fasten my helmet under my chin. "Shes at work until 5:00pm. Em started that new job today. "

  He looks at me from under those dark eyebrows, a grin forming on his face when I smile at him. "Why are you home?" he asks, confused.

  A smirk lines my lips. "I quit. " That was the first time I said it, the first time that I admitted what I had done. Damn, it felt good. I couldnt stop smiling. Im going to make my own future, become my own woman. I hid in college long enough. Those who couldnt do, teach, and those who are too chicken to try, hide out in the classroom until they need walkers. Screw that. Im ready to try it on my own and I know exactly what I want to do. I busted my ass to get this far. Im not wasting another day.

  Edwards jaw drops open in shock. "What?" he squeaks, but I only smile broader in response.

  As I skip across the street, I wave good-bye and run toward my bike without explanation. I cant wait to tell my parents what I did. Theres no way in hell theyll understand, but all the same, my heart is pounding against my ribs because I know what I want and Im finally content with that decision.

  "You did what?" Ma snaps, cookie half way to her mouth. It dangles there in midair between her forefinger and thumb. Her pinky is extended - a remnant of an old life.

  "I quit. Sottero held my future in her hands and theres no way in hell I was staying there, not after what she did to Cole. And, then I was thinking about why I went to grad school in the first place. You know what the answer is Ma?"

  "Cause you wanted to be successful. Because you wanted to be the best in your field!" She tells me, her voice growing louder - if thats possible - as she speaks.

  "No, Ma. I went because I was following in Sotteros footprints. I wanted to be like her and now I dont. Shes a fraud and one of the worst people Ive ever met. I dont want that life anymore, Ma. I dont want to be a wedding photographer. " My words drop like little bombs, each one decimating years and years of careful articulation about my plans for the future.

  From the way Ma is looking at me, I can tell she thinks Ive lost my mind. Daddy is leaning against the counter, his arms folded across his chest. Hes yet to say anything. He watches me and my mother, his eyes shifting between us. Frankie the dock dude is smarter than most people think.

  Ma presses her fingers to her temples, trying to keep her brains from exploding and messing up the rose wallpaper she loves so much. In an even tone, she asks, "Then, what do you want to be, Anna?"

  I look at Ma and then at Daddy. They arent going to like this. I didnt really mention what I was shooting at Le Femme, but I was good at it. "A boudoir photographer. "

  In unison, they say, "A what?"

  "A boudoir photographer. Its like a pin-up photographer. "

  Daddy catches on first, "Like what you were doing for Cole?"

  I nod, "Yeah, I liked it and I was really good at it. "

  Ma shakes her head and slams her hands on the table. The entire thing shakes under the slam of her hands. "No, Anna! What about college? What about all that money you spent getting that degree? You cant honestly tell me that youre quitting college when youre so close to graduating. "

  "Ma," I groan like a little kid, wishing shed understand, "I took all my classes. Those were for me. The informations already in my brain. I dont need a piece of paper to tell me that. "

  Ma huffs. "That piece of paper cost you twenty grand and youve got nothing to show for it. "

  "I will. Ill use everything I learned. " I take a breath and spit it out. Its the plan I came up with on the drive out here. "Im going to open my own studio. "

  Mas lips part, but she says nothing. She looks at Daddy like Ive gone crazy and urges him, "Say something. "

  Daddy nods his head for a moment, then tilts it to the side, asking, "Will this make you happy? Working for yourself is hard and the only person to blame when things dont work out is you. You think youre up for that Anna?"

  Meeting his gaze, I nod. "Yeah. Im good at it, Daddy. I know what I want to do. I know how long it will take to turn a profit. I dont expect to ever be what Cole was, but I know I can support myself. All that money I saved to do post-graduate work is there as a cushion. I dont need more school, Dad. I need more guts. Ive been hiding behind books for too long. Its time for me to get off my ass and start living my life. Im not letting another day slip between my fingers. "

  Daddy smiles at me and my heart soars. It deafens me to my mothers voice as she screeches about how irresponsible it is for me to not finish something I started. She doesnt understand, but Daddy does. I am finishing what I started. My time with Cole changed me, for the better, and Im ready to be that woman.

  Chapter 5

  Sitting at the counter, I shovel a spoon filled with Cheerios into my mouth. This will be the lunch of Anna Lamore until I can generate some income. From my awesome math skills, I deduced that I can live off of Ramen noodles, spaghetti, and Cheerios for seventy-three months and still manage to pay rent. If I cant manage to make my studio profitable in six years, then Ill move onto plan B. Honestly, I dont have plan B. This is it. And right now, Im looking at the newspaper trying to find studio space, but everything is so expensive.

  Jesse sits across from me and Emma is on the couch. Jesse shakes his head and says, "I cant believe you did it. "

  "Neither can I. " Im beaming, I cant help it. Im so excited and terrified. I glance up at Jesse to see his big blue eyes looking at me in awe.

  "I bet your mother chewed you out and threatened to throw you off the Brooklyn Bridge," Emma says, frowning. Shes trying to figure out how to use crochet hooks. Its not going well. So far, shes managed to create a lovely knot.

  "Pretty much," I agree. "But, Dad understood. "

  "I dont understand," Emma replies with her dark eyebrows disappearing under her bangs. She loops more yarn around the needles and moves them like chopsticks. "I mean, you did a 180, like a total reversal in a couple of months. You were all wedding photography this and bridal pictures that for the past half-decade and now youre all wanting to shoot naked chicks. Its not like you. "

  Jesse grins. I kick him with my foot and answer Em, "Its not naked chicks, you perv. "

  I finally focus on Emma. Shes
biting her tongue and beating the crap out of the yarn, stabbing it with the needles into the couch cushions. "Die, beanie hat, die! I hate you!" She stills and looks at me. "What?"

  "You have the attention span of a chimp. " I smile at her, but she looks like she still wants to stab the yarn.

  Jesse shakes his head, "Nah, chimps can knit. Its more like the attention span of a fish. They seem to forget what theyre doing and blink a lot. " I laugh, which makes Jesse happy.

  Emma on the other hand, slaps down the yarn and walks over to me. "Chimps can knit," she mocks, and makes a face at Jesse. Em stops behind me and looks over my shoulder at the newspaper in my hands. "So, say I want to be supportive of this new you. What do I do?"

  "Well, lets see. " I tick the things off on my fingers as I say them. "You can keep an eye out for studio space, encourage me when Im sick of cereal and noodles, and pretty much accept that this is whats going to make me happy. " When I say it, my voice drops. I would have been happy with Cole. This will make me content. Happy is the wrong word. Emma sees it in my eyes.

  Im trying hard to keep moving forward and not look back. Cole hasnt called me. He didnt show up, crawling to me on his knees, apologizing. I dont know where he is and I dont want to know. He rejected me. I did nothing wrong, and he turned on me. From talking to my Dad I can understand how Cole could act that way, but I cant let it go. Maybe Cole was blindsided, but I could have turned on him when I first heard of the lawsuit and I didnt. Sotteros allegation was crap. I knew it. I didnt even ask him.

  The empty place in my chest aches. I want to hear Coles voice again, but I know I wont.

  Jesse senses my mood and quickly tries to lighten it again. "Theres one other thing she forgot to add to that list: Be nice to Jesse, who is the best friend I never had. "

  Emmas hands are on her hips; her long dark hair trails down her back. She laughs in his face and things feel normal again. I dont know what it is with me. One moment Im fine and the next I feel like Im made from old parchment thats turning to dust. Night time is the worst. When Jesse leaves and Em is asleep in her room, I stare at the walls waiting for sunrise. Every time I close my eyes, I see Cole. His voice echoes in my mind asking what if. . .

  What if we didnt fight? What if he believed me?

  The thoughts come unbidden and dont stop. By the time dawn creeps across the night sky, dousing the city in golden light, Im a nervous wreck. Insomnia doesnt look good on me. There are dark circles under my eyes. No one says anything about it. They try to act like Im fine and hope that I will be, which is what I want.

  Looking at paper, I point at Jesse with my pen and say, "What he said. "

  "Oh my God. You two are a pair of - " Em starts to say, but I cut her off.

  "A pair of what?"

  She grins, "A pleasant pair of people to spend a Sunday morning with. " She purses her lips and widens her eyes until she looks like a fish caught in a vacuum cleaner hose.

  I laugh and shake my head. Ive circled a few possibilities for studio locations. Theyre all small, under 1,000 square feet, but I dont want to bleed my budget on the shooting room. I have one chance at this and thats it. If I do it wrong, Ill spend all my money and have no income. That part scares the crap out of me.