Another path to choose
He inserted the key with his eyes closed, internally praying for it to work. Candy was not at home, so he could enter freely. When the key clicked into place, Rick smiled. The afternoon had just fallen, and the departing sun was already welcoming the night. Standing there, Rick turned on the entrance lights, took a deep breath as if that were special air. His smile was wide, reflecting the pleasant feeling of being there again.
“Candy... Candy,” he murmured, knowing she was not there because her precious Cadillac was not parked in front. He slowly walked through the spaces of the house that led him to Candy's room, where so many nights he made her cling to the sheets with her fingers stuck in them. “My sweet Candy,” he whispered, looking carefully at the bed and sc
