*Amelia*
I love him. I love him so much that it hurts. I love him so much that I’d prefer never to tell him what I did and live happily until he finds out. He’ll leave. He’d be crazy not to. So I didn’t tell him like I’d assured my dad I would.
I’ve been lying in Jim’s arms for what feels like hours, but I can’t sleep. I wiggle free and grab a throw blanket. Wrapping it around me, I slip outside and curl up in the large rocking chair. The balcony overlooks the garden he made for me.
I didn’t ask him to dig up his yard for me. He did it because he knew it would make me happy, and it does. The bench with Mom’s picture nearly broke me. He listens to me so well, and even when I don’t say things, he understands what I need.
“You alright, Em?” Dad asks as he answers the phon
