The Knocking Started Right After She Told Me He Was Mine

I remembered.

Fragile.

Yet somehow…

More beautiful than ever.

“Gavin?”

She sounded genuinely frightened.

“What are you doing here?”

There were a hundred things I should have said.

Merry Christmas.

I’m sorry.

I miss you.

Instead…

The worst question possible came out.

“Who’s inside?”

Her expression changed immediately.

She stepped into the doorway, blocking my view.continue reading …