5
David
I’d f****d something up.
Made a misstep somewhere on the road that I couldn’t figure out how to come back from. I’d thought that I was walking a straight line, but it turned out I was on a hiking trail with no beginning or end. Just an endless, winding middle.
In the last year, I’d grown to call Sutton my friend. I’d be lying if I said I was okay with losing that in the hopes of having more with her. But the fear in her eyes on the Fourth of July two weeks ago had been enough for me to pull the emergency brake on my Ferrari and come to a screeching halt.
Metaphorically speaking.
But the truth was, two weeks had gone by, and I still missed her. She had started working at Kimber’s bakery, Death by Chocolate, and even though she’d said that what had transpired between us didn’t
