Closing the Door on my Past
POV Lauren David and I had finished dinner and checked out. We were standing at the door, he was helping me put on my coat before we exited out into the snow. When a man entered. He shook the snow off his coat at the doorway and hung it behind David before brushing past me, offering a quiet ‘excuse me miss.’ I couldn’t move when my eyes locked on his face. For an instant, I saw the man from the car that late June night. His friendly smile, promising me a safe ride. My thumb brushed against the ring I wore on my right ring finger as a reminder of the crime he committed against me. He was the first man to take what was never his. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. I was so angry, then I felt a warm arm around my waist pull me close. “What’s wrong?” David whispered
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