I remember vividly what that vision did to me,
You laying with her in our bed.




It was burnt into her memory like a brand.

She had wanted to sneak in quietly, grab her second-favorite pair of boots from his closet, and be out before he woke up for his shift. She had managed to reach the key he hid above his door with the barest skin of her fingertips and get the door open without any sound from within. Once inside his apartment, she froze, doubting. It had been a rough few weeks, what with Rueben’s death and everything. The few times she had tried to reach out to him at work, he shied away from...