I thought I was done being surprised by John.

But there we were again, facing each other in the living room. He hadn’t moved since those last words, but the shift in his energy was impossible to miss. I should’ve walked away right then. I should’ve let the door slam behind me and never looked back.

Instead, I sat and waited.

I didn’t want to be here. Not in this house. Not with him. Not breathing the same air. I should’ve been anywhere else but here.

I should’ve known nothing good ...