Part Three: NOT MY SINNER

Managed to write out this little bitty for you while packing for our move. I didn’t have the privacy necessary to delve into some deeper emotion, so be thankful for that. You get some sweet shit this time. But be warned. I reserve all rights to break your hearts soon enough. We leave tomorrow. Or rather 4 am tomorrow morning. We’ll be driving. When next we speak, I’ll be a Georgia resident. Read on.

Chapter Three

A door slammed. Footsteps shuffled across the bedroom floor and the smell of coffe...