CHAPTER 23
MIA“Michael!” I shouted, jumping into his arms as soon as he walked through the door. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and locked my legs around his waist, pulling him tightly to me. “Michael, my mom has her memories back!”
I could barely contain my excitement. I had been waiting for about an hour since I’d left St. Barbars for him to come home, so I could celebrate with him. Everything felt like it was coming together, like my life was finally back on track. In a few weeks, I’d have my degree. Mom was back. My relationship with Michael felt so much less stressful after our talk.
Nothing could stop me.
He wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into my neck, dropping his briefcase by the door. “That deserves a celebration,” he said against my skin. Instead
