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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