-Megan-
Just like his kisses, this dinner here, the nice conversations, it all felt like coming home. It was like I had never left. It was both a comforting feeling and a bit unsettling. I still wasn’t sure what to think. I kept my distance a little, but I also knew I couldn’t shut myself off completely. Not if I wanted to genuinely give this a chance, and I did.
“We should visit her, though,” he suddenly suggested.
I looked at him, perplexed. Was he referring to my sister?
“My mother. She misses you.”
“I don’t think that’s true,” I remarked.
“It is,” he insisted. “But I understand if you need some time before we involve others.”
“What is ‘this’ even?” I inquired.
“Our marriage,” he clarified.
“If I came back, would we just revert to our old routines?”
I knew I was pressing him
