My fiancé just told me her Bull is coming to town next weekend which is my birthday. And it’s the beginning of Locktober. It’s going to be a rough month for me
By the time she yanked on her old jeans and a battered plaid flannel shirt, she felt almost normal. Calm, as she plugged in the coffee pot. But the nightmare was still very much on her mind, because it wasn’t a dream ... It was a memory.
