Chapter 82

Leighton

I’m doing my best not to let my emotions show as I watch his incredibly toned back walk out of the kitchen I now call ours, onto the deck. Once he’s there, I watch as he gets the grill started, and it’s only when I turn away from the window do I let myself feel. Tears silently stream down my face as I let the impact of the words he spoke wash over me. I never knew how much it truly mattered to me, his opinion, until he uttered the words it didn’t matter what stock you came from.