“You’ve seemed so sad these past few years. Lonely. You stopped coming home, and I thought—maybe…meeting someone would help? That you would smile again. That it would reach your eyes, the way it used to. I should’ve realized you were hurting and it had nothing to do with who—or how—” That was side-eye if I’d ever seen it. “You dated.” I shook my head to clear it. “Miles looked like he needed a little saving himself—and I figured you were the only man for the job.”
