No Place Like Home
My heart shattered when I walked into my home. I’d bought the bungalow a year before meeting James, but he’d been with me for the majority of the time I’d spent living in the place. He was everywhere I turned. Thankfully, Wren is a no-nonsense woman. She had done so much before we arrived that eased the pain. Unbeknownst to me, she’d packed up all of James’ clothes. On one of the calls he’d made, begging her to let him talk to me, she’d told him that his stuff wo...