Fifteen
Back at the inn, April went to her room and tried to sleep, but she kept thinking about Joshua. She ran her fingers over her own lips and could still feel his touch. She rolled over onto her stomach and ran her fingers over the roses carved into the headboard. Joshua had done this work too. She flopped over on her back again and stared at the ceiling. She had some thinking to do anyway so why not just get up and do it.
Getting to her feet, April paced her bedroom, from the window to the door and back again. Her thoughts went back to Greg. It wasn’t something she wanted to think about, and yet she had to, she needed to. She could still remember the day she had first met him.
She had been on her lunch break from the office at a nearby diner. The people there had fast service since
