The pier was a family sight, and the wood beneath my feet gave me a sense of cold familiarity that crept to the pit of my heart. I wasn’t sure why I continued to do this to myself but on cold lonely nights, when feelings and memories overtake my reasons and logic, I go back to the place where I first met him that fateful night.
It probably wasn’t healthy to do so, but since I left Florida and flew back to North Carolina after calling in an early retirement, I’ve become masochistic. I didn’t stalk him on any of his social media accounts nor did I follow him religiously on Google to know any news about him. But I give Louisa calls here and there. Just because Everett and I broke up didn’t mean that I didn’t need to have any relationship with his family. And it was Louisa who contacted me fi
