Micheal’s POV
I finally had time to breathe.
"Just some peace and quiet." I muttered, allowing myself to sink into the sofa.
Finally, I could think of what really mattered to me. And when I did, one name came to me again.
Mannie.
I leaned back on the couch, staring at the faint light from my phone. My chest tightened. How long had it been since I last saw her? Since I last held her hand? Too long.
The gap between us was now a canyon I couldn’t cross.
“I hope she is not married yet,” I muttered under my breath. The thought alone was like a knife twisting inside me.
I opened my old chat with TRex, one of my closest friends, and scrolled to our last messages.
Me: Were you able to get Mannie’s number?
TRex: No, but I got Zarah’s. She never changed her phone number. Mannie did.
TRe
