35
Savannah
Present
My heart was heavy as I parked in front of Derek’s house. I stared up at the front door of the three-story brownstone. The door was a soft blue. Everything carefully and meticulously cared for. It was so very Derek. And for a few scant hours, I’d pictured myself in that house. Seen all the what ifs flit through my vision. All the ways we’d make it work this time. As if all the times before hadn’t prepared me for what was to come.
With a deep breath, I popped open the door of my car. I shouldered my purse and walked up to the steps as if I had lead in my shoes. Each step was heavier than the one before it until I was practically dragging my body to the front door. I couldn’t knock. I didn’t want to get to the inevitable any faster. I’d stalled long enough by dropping
