Twenty-Three
Sean
I threw my briefcase on the kitchen table with a sigh as I looked around the condo.
I hated it.
It was so far removed from the home I’d built with Kelly, it wasn’t even funny. There was nothing remotely homey or cozy about it. It was, quite literally, the place I came to lay my head, and that was it.
I’d gotten an accounting job with a firm in town and I really missed the bookstore.
Hell, I missed everything … the bookstore, my house, my family … my life.
I took off my suit jacket and threw it on top of my briefcase, then crossed the kitchen to grab a beer, when I heard a knock on the door.
Hope leapt to my heart as I briefly imagined Kelly on the other side of the door, then I muttered, “f**k,” when I remembered I’d told Madeline to stop by.
It was time for me t
