‘Are you ready?’ I whisper into her ear. She drops back her head, and planting a kiss on my cheek, nods her yes.
Half a year ago, when I found her in front of my house, all her possessions fit into a single rucksack, and by now the amount of her belongings has only grown by a sports bag. Although with a heavy heart, I grab her stuff, and forcing a smile on my face, I take her by the hand – the woman who has brought me back into life, and who has stolen my heart – and I take her to my car to help her move out of my apartment.
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Dylan arrived late at the Sparrow’s, and even now, after a beer, there is a gloomy expression on his face. He has been tense all week, and I know it because I earlier ran into Collin who asked me what the hell Dylan’s problem was. Collin said, Dylan had been even
