He sends me a small smile as he leaves and I can’t help but flop back on the bed. He must be too good to be true. Are men genuinely that nice? I thought my father was one of them. I thought his and my mother’s love was solid and real and a fairy tale, but then one hard bump in the road and he leaves. Grayson didn’t leave, a small voice in my head whispers. No, no he didn’t.
