I didn’t want to go inside. That front door was nothing more than a portal to the past, and for once, I didn’t want to escape the present. My safe little existence locked inside those four walls made my stomach churn. I’d let a whole beautiful life pass me by. Staring at that front door, I was assaulted by visions of what could have been. Me packing the car for vacations at the beach. Us jogging down the steps, laughing as we headed out for a date night. Gwen carrying bags filled with tomatoes and zucchini after a Sunday trip to the farmers market.
