The nightdress I wore was unlike anything I usually wore to bed. The soft lace red gown clung to me, not too tight and not too free, just enough to make me feel bold, maybe beautiful, or maybe just foolish for holding on to the hope that Martin might like it.
Martin said he would come back. His voice was filled with sincerity when he promised to come back, but he was doubtful. Or maybe I was the one overthinking it. A part of me held on to his words, I clung to them like an anchor. So here I was, dressed for the possibility of him. My heart was a mixture of nervousness and yearning. But I kept on watching the door like it might open at any moment and also never open.
When the knock finally came, I almost didn’t believe it. I stood frozen for a second, trying to confirm if someone truly
