TESSA
I felt lighter as I moved around the house. It felt like the chain that was awkwardly bounding me to Owen was finally snapped in half.
As much as I tried, I couldn’t see Owen in the way he wanted me to. I had turned it over in my mind countless times, wondering if perhaps I was being unfair, if perhaps love was something that grew quietly like ivy and not something that struck like lightning. But even if I pressed and pressed, the truth never bent. My heart simply didn’t respond in that way. I was glad he understood.
I opened the fridge, scanning its shelves. Rowan still hadn’t come by. My brows furrowed as I tapped a finger against the cool edge of the door. He usually stopped in at least once during the afternoon, slipping into the kitchen with that familiar half-smile, alway
