Yeah, I don't think I want to confess anymore. You can see for yourself what happened next.
Shaky and uncertain that I was really doing the right thing, I blew out a breath and then inhaled slowly, trying to clear my head. Everything inside me wanted me to chase after Reese. Forget Patricia; I wanted to be with Reese.
But I had to make sure Reese was safe first.
I’m not sure how long I took to bolster myself into walking next door, but I finally shook the hesitation and regret from my limbs, left my house, and kept my promise to Reese by remaining outside, just barely easing through the gate that separated my yard from the landlady’s.
Patricia stood at the back door, waiting on me. When she saw me, she held it open, but I shook my head, refusing to move closer.
“Can you make this lit
