Macey
When I arrived home, I noticed Mikey’s truck parked outside. A flood of emotions washed over me—relief mingled with anger.
I parked my car and climbed out. As I looked around, I saw Mikey stepping out of his truck.
I walked over to him. We didn’t say anything, but the hurt on his face was enough to unleash my emotions.
I collapsed into his arms, and he wrapped me tightly in a comforting embrace as my tears flowed freely.
“It’s okay,” Mikey said softly.
I sniffed and pushed away slightly to break the hold he had on me.
“We have a real mess,” I told him, wiping the tears from my eyes.
“Trust me, I know we do,” he replied.
I swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. My mind was racing with thoughts.
“Let’s go inside,” I said, sniffing again.
“Yeah,” Mikey agreed.
He followed me
