“Promise what?
“I promise I won’t stop fighting.”
I kiss her for the last time. “That’s my girl.”
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not now, not here
Hannah
The chillof the wood floor beneath my legs fades as I settle back against the door, listening to the evidence of Rowan’s departure.
Heavy footsteps down the porch stairs. A car door slams. Engine purrs. Tires move over the pavement, Bri’s storage trailer creaks behind them.
Then nothing. Silence. He’s gone.
And I have no idea when I’ll see him again. He swore he’d find a way back here and I believe him. At least that he’ll try. But life, circumstances, fate, destiny, our best laid plans—it all feels so fickle. Who are we to assume what comes next?
Don’t lose hope.
I’m trying so hard not to but the tears won’t quit. An hour passes, maybe two, before I summon the strength to pick myself up off the floor. I shake away the burn between my eyes.
My phone buzzes.
Rowan
Am I allowed to text you?
A grin unfurls across my streaked cheeks.
Me
I wish you would.
Rowan
Good.
What about phone calls?
Me
I hope so.
Rowan
Good.
Dick pics?
Me
Hmm…
Not usually my brand, but with the right lighting I could be persuaded.
Rowan