Everett wasn’t sure what brought him to the place that he first saw her. Two years had passed since the last time they were in the same room together, since their last goodbye. He didn’t want to let her go then but he respected her wishes. She was going to find herself, she had said, and when she found herself, she never specified what would happen to them after that.
He had concluded that she would find her way back to him. That maybe she would knock on Nana’s door and ask for him, or maybe he would be the one to open it and find the gorgeous redhead he’d dreamed of seeing again standing outside and ready to be with him again. But it never happened, well, not in the past two years anyway.
And now he was back to the place he first saw her, nursing a beer in his hand. He never went to the
