my doorbell rang.
It was Vanessa, standing on my porch looking drenched and defeated. Her usual impeccable makeup was streaked with rain and tears.
“Can I come in?” she asked, her voice raspy.
I hesitated for a moment, then stepped aside.
She walked into the warm, lived-in chaos of my home. Toys were scattered on the rug, and the scent of baked chicken continue reading …
