It had been weeks after the funeral and Everette was close in proximity, but that was the only “close” thing about him. Whenever we talked, he looked away from me and I don’t mean in a clingy “I need his attention” way. I didn’t understand what was going on and he refused to share.
I pulled into his driveway and headed toward the house. I hardly knocked now because someone smelled or heard me coming and opened the door. It was Lanie this time. She wrapped her arms around my waist.
“How are you?” She asked after releasing me. “I’ve miss you do much.” She squealed before giving me another quick hug.
“I’m doing well,” I said with a smile. I’d be doing a lot better if Everette would tell me what was going on.
Lanie glanced around before stepping closer to me. “Did you two have the DTR?” S
