I missed Thomas more than I had ever missed anything in my life.
For days, I barely slept.
Everywhere I looked, I remembered the boy he had once been — the boy who held my hand behind the school gym, who walked me home through the rain, who promised me a diamond ring before life pulled us in different directions.
Two weeks later, I was hanging laundry on the line when I heard tires crunching over the gravel road.
I turned around.
And froze.
A black limousine was slowly pulling up outside my trailer.
Right there.
In the middle of nowhere.
The back door opened, and a man in a gray suit stepped out.
He was carrying a sealed envelope.
My name was written across the front.
Margaret.
He walked toward me slowly.
