Michael

I listened to Isabella telling me stories of her time with Liz the whole drive home. I felt a bit like a bad father since I wasn’t really listening at all. All I could think about was Camilla and our night together.

My clothes still smelled like her, and I couldn’t help but get hot thinking about her. I had to stop letting my mind drift away if I was going to spend the day with Isabella.

I pulled up to the house and put Isabella down for a ...