CADEN
With bags of groceries in my arms (we haven't had a homemade meal for quite a long time), I walk into the quiet and dim apartment.
It smells of coffee, flowers, and a mixture of detergents.
I manage to slip my foot from the army boots when Mad emerges from the bathroom, running over to wrap her hands around my waist.
She's happy, just as she has been ever since we became official. Not to sound like a psycho, but her happiness is the highlight of my life.
"I missed you," she whines in my chest, clutching me tighter, not caring about the bags in my hand.
Today was the first time I left home since we came back from our unfortunate trip.
I spent half the day choosing a replacement car and the other half getting trained for my new intern job at a surprisingly well-paying governm
