APRIL
He looks at me like he wants to say something, but the words never come. Instead, he turns and walks out, closing the door softly behind him. For a few seconds, I just stand there listening to the quiet.
Then I move to the window and push it open. The air outside is crisp and fresh. I take a deep breath, then another, letting the coolness wash over me.
Below, Diablo’s garden stretches out like something from a magazine. It’s small but beautiful, the grass perfectly trimmed, rose bushes neatly shaped.
There’s even a bench beside a water feature where clear water sparkles in the sunlight like tiny crystals dancing in a glass ball. It reminds me of my own garden, only his looks more peaceful, more perfect.
I turn back to the bed and start getting dressed. I don’t feel great about
