Nolan

I watch her car disappear down the driveway, the dust settling in its wake like the last of my fucking hope. I'm not even sure who brought her car here this morning, but right now I hate them. It gave her a way to leave. Annabelle is gone, taking with her the possibility of what could have been, what I thought, for a short amount of time, might actually be.

When she signals at the end of the driveway, I pull out my phone and send a group text to the ...