Dax
Kandace is here, in my grandparents' home. With her being in my thoughts, it is as if she materializes from my wish. Mick said that she had a key, but I never dreamt she'd be here. She is also f*****g beautiful, the way I remember her but better.
The only thing missing is her smile.
In the light of the breezeway, I see she's been crying by the tear tracks on her cheeks.
The pictures upstairs come back to me as I step down to where Kandace is. I have to ask before she leaves. “Who is Molly?"
The color drains from her cheeks as she shakes her head.
“Goodbye, Dax."
Kandace turns and, opening the door, steps outside.
I pound my fist against the doorjamb as I watch her walk away.
Sitting on the steps, I try to recall the girl I last saw after my grandfather's funeral. Kandace
