CHAPTER FIFTEEN
TRAVIS
THREE MONTHS LATER
“You can set the computers and printer over there,” I say, directing the delivery drivers as they wheel a big hunk of plastic and boxes into the building. At random moments, like right now, I think about Viola. Though it’s been six months since she left for Boston, it seems like yesterday, and each day she’s not here is heartbreaking torture. Randomly we text back and forth, but it’s not the same. Honestly, it hasn’t been since she left without allowing me to explain myself fully. She took my heart with her, and I’m waiting for her to personally deliver it back to me. To this day, the only woman I want is the one who stole my heart—Viola Fisher.
Somehow, I’ve managed to stay busy and put my focus on getting my business off the ground. The sign
