*Dylan*

I stare at the front door to my house from where I’m sitting in my car in the driveway. The lights are on in the living room and I can see Sylvia’s silhouette as she walks past the closed curtains. I have no doubt she knows I’m out here because she would’ve heard my car pull in moments ago. I’m sure she’s wondering what the hell I’m doing, but I can’t seem to unbuckle my seat belt and get out.

After I sent that text message to ...