Amber spent most of her time staring out windows. She stared out the window every ten minutes or so while sitting in her office. She stared out the windshield of her car during her fifty-five-minute commute each way to and from work. She stared out the kitchen window as she cooked and then cleaned up from dinner. And if she got bored with her book, then she stared out of the bedroom window at the trees in her back yard as she tried to fall asleep.
She felt like she’d lived her entire life behind a pane of glass in one way or another. So, when he made her the offer, of course she was going to take it.
I was the best mistake of Amber’s entire life.