Van

Continuing up the staircase, I gripped the banister as we came to the second-story landing and I peered down to the first floor. Visions from the past floated past my mind’s eye. They were recollections I’d successfully kept buried for years, memories I forbade myself from reliving while keeping them close enough to serve as a warning for my future.

It was impulsive of me to propose to Julia. The phone in my breast pocket was receiving ...