Maeve

I hadn’t been prepared for this. None of it.

I sat in my bed with my knees pressed against my chest, watching the light from the adjacent room, Aaron’s room, spill into mine.

I hadn’t curled up with a frilly romance novel like usual. I had raged, attempting to push the heavy wardrobe against the shared door, unsuccessfully of course, and surrendered to turning off all the lights and slipping into bed, silent as a mouse.

And then I ...