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interview next Wednesday. That’s it. Period. My life is an open freaking book full of blank pages.”
    Heather laughs. “You are always so dramatic. Okay, so tomorrow is Saturday. What if we leave in the evening, drive up, stay near West Ed, go shopping on Sunday morning and then drop in on Drew’s parents later that day? We can be back in Calgary late Sunday night. I don’t have to be anywhere until Monday morning.”
    Hearing it all planned out suddenly makes it all very real.
    “We’re actually going to go find him, aren’t we?” I say the words but still don’t quite believe them. I’ve thought about Drew on and off for the last five years. I never really believed that anything would ever come of it.
    “Darn right we’re going to find him,” Heather says. She rolls off the bed and heads toward the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Maybe he’ll even have a cute roommate for me, you never know!”
    I lounge on the bed, listening to the water running in the bathroom sink as Heather removes her layers of foundation, lipstick and mascara. I haven’t felt this excited about life in years. Those legendary butterflies I read about in my guilty pleasure romance novels flutter around in my stomach and I want to shriek or giggle or dance, or maybe all three at once.
    Unbidden, thoughts of Josh enter my mind. I wonder what he’ll think now that Heather’s on my side? Will he accept this and wish us good luck? Or will he lecture me all over again?
    But what does that matter? Josh is just a random guy I went to law school with who has a great personality, makes me laugh and can calm Heather down when she gets in her diva moods. He’s a stellar friend, not my soul mate.
    Why do I care what he thinks?

To know the road ahead,
ask those coming back.
        —Chinese Proverb

Chapter Five
    I have so many different scenarios running through my mind that I hardly sleep all night. There are the not-so-good ones (as in, Drew is at his mom’s house and answers the door with a baby on his hip) and the amazing ones (like where Drew’s mom tells me that Drew has loved me ever since we broke up, no other girl has ever quite compared to me and she’s going to phone him right now and let him know that I’m here.)
    I wake up at eight and shower. I spend the morning watching the Disney channel as though I were a five year old child again, and take a long walk around Prince’s Island Park shortly after lunch. When I get back to the apartment, I begin getting myself presentable. Twenty outfits later, and I’m ready to go. Minimal makeup, hair straightened so it rests about an inch above my shoulders, acid-washed blue jeans, a nice looking t-shirt with plain, black flats to complete the ensemble. I think it works.
    Heather comes out of her bedroom. “You look pretty, Charley.”
    “Do I look good enough that he’ll think ‘Wow, it was a mistake to dump her, I must get her back!’?”
    I meant it as a joke, sort of, but Heather pauses and looks at me again. “You look thin. Your hair is shorter than when he knew you, which makes you seem mature. Yeah, I’d say you look good.”
    Mature? Apparently she doesn’t know how I spent my morning. I swallow hard. “Okay, well, I’m ready when you are.”
    Heather grabs her purse and we hurry out the door. I lock it while Heather holds the door to the stairwell. From the lobby we go to the outdoor parking lot behind the building. We live in a three-story building, one that used to be a house but the owners renovated it a few years ago and divided it up into six apartments. It is about ten minutes from downtown, just across the Bow River and down the hill from the Southern Alberta Institute of Technology. Our neighbors are mainly college kids with a few young working professionals thrown in. It’s not the classiest of places, and we all have to share a laundry room but for what we pay, and considering it’s so close to downtown, I love it.
    I scowl at my car, which