Van
Continuing up the staircase, I gripped the banister as we came to the second-story landing and I peered down to the first floor. Visions from the past floated past my mind's eye. They were recollections I'd successfully kept buried for years, memories I forbade myself from reliving while keeping them close enough to serve as a warning for my future.
It was impulsive of me to propose to Julia. The phone in my breast pocket was receiving one voicemail message after another from my legal counsel as well as others who knew me, all in the name of stopping me from making a mistake.
Another mistake.
Waking beside Julia in the cabin was surreal.
How long has it been since I've spent the night—the entire night—with a woman?
A decade.
More than that.
Over a decade, not that I conscio
