#Chapter 53: Girl Talk

Renee’s POV It’s been a couple of weeks living at Eric’s, and while it hasn’t been horrible it also hasn’t exactly been home either. We mostly keep out of each others way, only talking if it involves Debbie. It’s weird, it’s like five years of me being Renne hasn’t happened and we’re hitting play on our old life picking up where we left off. Except now we have a kid, but the distance and tension is still all the same. The only indication that I ever lived as someone else is when Eric occasionally messes up and begins to call me Renee before correcting himself. Though when he calls me Annie, I get the urge to correct him and say my name is Renee. I haven’t really had time to process another metaphorical death of myself. “Oh! Can I get this one?” Debbie yells from down the aisle holding up a giant stuffed animal. I release the tag of the overly priced lamp that I was mindlessly inspecting. “Uh,” I begin to answer Debbie but Eric steps from around the corner. “They also