It shouldn’t excite me. Yet, it does. I prop my arm against my truck. I don’t bother hiding the lingering look I give her as I observe her from head to toe. Marigold Evans. My Goldie. Fuck has she changed since the last time I saw her. She was nineteen and eager to see what else the big world had to offer. She had freckles on her face and a slight sunburn on her forehead. Now, she stands in front of me with pain in her eyes and skin shades lighter than back then. She’s different now in so many ways, yet she’s somehow exactly the same.
