“Your mother told me you were coming back for the holidays and I thought if you wanted we could catch up and get a drink-” He would begin rather boldly as I could feel Xander tighten at my side from aggression in having been given the Cliff’s notes version of what had become of Ron and I.
“I’m sorry, have you met my husband?” I would inquire while positioning my hand onto Xander’s chest with pride as I knew he would be able to carry himself against this painful man of my past.
This face had haunted my dreams and he had now been conjured into reality by what I pleaded with whatever God was listening to be a vision of hallucinatory origins. But as my eyes would make out the familiar medium green of his irises squinting into their predatory existence and the sound of that deep voice that
