He Told Her My House Was Already Hers

laughter.

Easy.

Relaxed.

Comfortable.

Not the nervous laugh of a guest.

The confident laugh of someone who believed she belonged.

I stopped beside the archway separating the hallway from the family room.

Very carefully…

…I looked inside.

A young woman was stretched comfortably across my cream-colored sofa.

She wore my silk robe.

My slippers rested beside her continue reading …