Kelly
The sight of Anderson in my office felt like an old wound being torn open. I had barely gotten through my morning meetings when my new assistant, Mara, hesitantly walked in, her expression wary.
“Kelly, I know you don’t take unannounced visitors, but… he’s here.”
I didn’t need her to say his name. It was nobody else than Anderson Grant. I had been avoiding his series of calls and messages, and of course have been wary of places i go to. So, for the past 2 months now he had not seen me.
For a moment, I considered telling her to send him away. But I was tired. Tired of running, tired of avoiding, tired of pretending his existence didn’t scrape at the edges of my peace.
So I lifted my chin and said, “Let him in.”
When he walked through the door, I barely recognized him.
