Show Me You Remember

Rowe

I'd convinced myself she was never coming back. Not after I destroyed my life defending her and was left to live alone in the fallout.

I made my peace with that years ago, when I learned Tilly Whittman was gone for good. Yet here she is, standing in my barn again and brushing down my horses like the last decade of silence never happened.

I shouldn't care that she's here, or be thinking about what she'd written to me in that final letter. But every time she opens her mouth, it's like she's...