I came home from another woman’s bed at 4:17 in the morning and found a SOLD sign planted in my front yard.

open the door.

Daniel sat upright in bed, pale but alive.

The sight of him shattered me.

Tears spilled down my cheeks.

“Thank God.”

He gave me a weak smile.

“Hey, Claire.”

I moved closer.

Then he rubbed the back of his neck—the nervous habit he had whenever he was about to admit something difficult.

“There’s something I need to explain.”

My stomach dropped.

“What continue reading …