19 HAYESThings have been good lately. Too good, almost. It’s making me suspicious. Antsy. Like at any moment, everything could fall apart, just like that.
Maybe that’s why I’m so on edge these days. I keep finding myself flinching when someone opens a door too quickly, or when Wolfie calls my name from across the room. Even when I’m not with Maren, I can’t quite seem to relax. It’s really starting to mess with my head.
Don’t get me wrong—Maren is incredible. My little dove is as potent a sexpot as ever. I’m the one who can’t stop acting like a little kid who’s afraid of going to bed without the lights on.
That’s why I’ve decided to get away, just for the night. I packed up an overnight bag this morning and let Rosie know I was going to go check on the cabin. By sunset, it’ll be me, a si
