Revenge was simple. Pure. You had purpose and clarity. Phone calls…they complicated life. Had I known what was going to happen, I’d never have answered the damn thing.
I was driving up a ridge in the Green Mountains of Vermont. Now that the morning mist had finally burned away, the mountains towered over me. Leafy green rose up to meet wispy clouds and an eye-scorching blue sky. The early morning chill was gone, and I’d rolled down the windows. For a moment, just a s...econd I forgot and got ready to stop and admire the view, maybe take a picture for—
The familiar ache gnawed at my stomach. Sarah. Would I ever get used to not being able to share things with her?