**A Second Chance** “Jean, are you heading home?” Her colleague Emily tapped impatiently
The bus jolted over potholes, the driver muttering curses as he swerved around waterlogged craters, even
“You know how he looks at you? With love and adoration,” said her daughter, clearly pleased
The ache of remembering, the impossibility of forgetting April had been kind with its warm weather, but
**Diary Entry** I just wanted to be happy. Evelyn kicked the duvet aside, flipped her damp pillow to
Emily tossed aside the duvet, flipped her damp pillow to the cooler side, and settled back down.
**Diary Entry** *You know how he looks at you? With love and pure admiration,* my daughter said, clearly
**Diary Entry** Charlie and I lived alone—just us two. His father existed, of course, but he wasn’t part
Kiera kept glancing at the clock. Time was crawling at a snail’s pace, slow and sticky. There was still
“Did she leave her daughter with me?” The horrifying thought sent a flush of heat through