Chapter 1: The Delivery Girl
The rain was falling so hard that night it sounded like the sky had dropped onto my roof.
When the doorbell rang, I expected a delivery bag, a tired driver, and a quick exchange before both of us escaped the storm.
Instead, I opened the door and found the girl I had carried in my heart for twenty years standing on my porch.
Charlotte.
She wore a faded delivery jacket, her baseball cap damp and pulled low over her face. Rain clung to her lashes. Her fingers trembled as she held out the food with both hands.
“Your order, sir,” she said.
Sir.
Not Tyler.
Not even a flicker of recognition.
I took the bag, but I couldn’t stop staring. Same dimples. Same wide brown eyes. Same soft mouth I had once watched smiling at me under prom lights. Continue Reading ⬇️
