Nash
My stomach hurts as I pull into Myra's driveway. It's a dread that I've never felt before. I used to come here to feel closer to Katie and I loved it. Most of the memories of young love happened between here and my parent's house. I think back, trying to figure out when coming here became more of a job than something I really wanted to do. Maybe a year or two? I reluctantly put my truck into park, glancing at the passenger seat. Today Bailey sits there, but I'm not thinking about Bailey being there.
What I did with Caroline is at the forefront of my mind, and I wonder if I should have driven something else. Is this disrespecting Katie's memory, or is this me moving on with my life? This is where I get f*cked up. There's no handbook for how to move on from a dead wife. No way to tel
