KELVIN'S POV
I stare at Sandra's reply longer than I should.
For weeks I've been telling myself this situation is impossible, irresponsible, and destined to end badly, yet the moment her message appears on my screen, every argument I've built against seeing her again immediately starts looking weaker.
We exchange only a handful of texts.
Nothing reckless, nothing incriminating. Nothing either of us couldn't explain away if somebody saw them.
Yet under every carefully chosen word sits the same truth.
We want to see each other again.
The realization should concern me more than it does. Instead I find myself checking the time.
Twice, then three times like a teenager preparing for a first date.
The thought irritates me enough to make me close my eyes briefly because forty-three-year-o
