Lincoln's POV:
Pulling up to her home, I eyed it for a while, the red potted plants and the blue car in the front. It's definitely still her house.
Parking, I got out and took a steady breath staring down at the flowers. The wildflowers she loved, I even had them add a little humming bird thing because she loves them.
Taking a steady breath, I walked up the steps and knocked on the door.
Maisy please be here.
The door opened and I looked to the blonde guy, who the f**k is this guy?
I eyed him over confused, "Is Maisy home?" I asked watching him look down at me and furrow his eyebrows staring at the flowers.
He leaned into the door, "Babe! Some guys asking for you. Should I be worried?" He asked sizing me up as he asked.
Babe?
Oh god this is the guy she's marrying? This f*****g guy
