92. Luther
Luther
I slow as I turn into the driveway.
My heart has been pounding since I texted Kendra. And I feel like I’m going to throw up.
The house comes into view, and I see her.
Sitting on the front steps, she looks perfect.
And as I put my truck into park, I know I’m doing the right thing.
Opening my door, I get out.
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