Jasper

I'm trying not to think about the fact that the woman who got away is now sitting in my living room, wearing my ring, and fixing to take my last name. She has an appointment on Monday at the social security office. Never before have I ever had someone who was going to count on me for anything. It's a type of responsibility I never saw myself having, but I guess my grandfather had other ideas.

Reaching in, I turn the knob on the shower and wait for it to ...