Betty
I stood right in front of the house watching Maya throw the last duffel bag into the trunk of her black Ford F-150.
It's a brand new day and she has successfully crashed at my place for a week. She truly needed this especially after that messy divorce saga with Davies, her ex-husband, she needed to be away from him and her children for a while but now it was time for her to return to her children, they needed her far more than I did.
If it were up to me, I would have insisted that she stay and build a life here. Life with her was fun, she did most of the cooking and her company was golden, so bad good things had to come to an end.
She slammed the trunk shut loudly before turning to me, a sad smile spread on her face. “Come here silly,” she said, pulling me into a tight embrace
