She looked around at the families with kids on their shoulders, the teenagers squealing on the spinning rides, the couples sharing cotton candy like it was the most romantic thing in the world. It felt good in a familiar way, one my current life didn’t anymore.
We walked the grounds, not in a rush, just taking it all in.
He bought me a caramel apple I didn’t ask for, and I gave him the side-eye before eventually taking a big bite. I barely chewed before laughing through my words. “Okay, fine, this is really good.”
“Told you,” he said, brushing sugar off my lip with a casual thumb. “I know things.”
At the balloon darts game, I gave it my all and popped three in a row. The man behind the counter handed me a small teddy bear, and I held it up like a trophy.
“I still got it.”
“Clearly,”
