—Mabel—

A strange warmth spread through me as I climbed down from the car and walked down the red carpet.

I didn't realize that little things like a phone call could stir something I thought I’d buried all these years.

“Ms. Parker! A shot please,” a photographer called out to me.

Smiling, I gave them a few practiced poses.

Their cameras flashed, but I was lost in my thoughts. All I could think about was the sound of his voice, the way he said my name like it still meant something.

Oh! ...