Bryson
I was going to message Shay on the app, but I decided to wait to see her this morning. I had a dream about her last night in a white dress, her stomach rounded with my baby. It was weird. In the four years I was with Christine, I never once dreamed about her in a wedding dress, let alone being pregnant.
I stretched in bed thinking about that time in my life. Putting one hand behind my head and the other across my stomach, I reflected. I was friends with Christine in college. We never dated, just hung around with a group all four years. I studied Criminal Justice, thinking about joining the FBI, and she wanted to be a lawyer. I never did join the FBI. I had been at a bar with my best friend Conner since preschool, celebrating him getting out of his four-year stint in the Marin
