Chapter Twenty-Three
Warner
Two solid months had passed since she left and not a day went by that I didn’t think about her. Sitting at my desk, eyes on my computer screen, I scrolled through the listings in Kenmare. I wasn’t sure what I was doing it for. I just wanted to see what kinds of homes and businesses were available in the town Orla lived in.
Many times, I’d stared at my cell phone, wondering if she was doing the same thing. Too afraid to call, too afraid to hear her sweet voice, I never picked up my phone. I knew it would be too painful for both of us.
But the fact was that the pain of her leaving hadn’t gone away yet. My youngest brother, Stone, was the only one of my brothers who told me to listen to that pain. He said it must mean something if it wouldn’t go away. My other
