Kandace

I don’t look back at Ruth’s house as I walk toward my car, still parked behind the store. With each step, Dax’s and my conversation plays on repeat in my thoughts while the sandwich I ate churns in my stomach. The couple of blocks pass by in a whirlwind as my temples ache and my eyes burn from unshed tears. Before I get to the store, my phone rings. Pulling it from my pocket, I look at the name, wishing it is Dax and at the same ...