Michael's POV
Work was a perfect distraction. I told myself that if I buried myself in meetings, deadlines, contract signing, and endless phone calls, then I wouldn't think about her. I wouldn't have to picture her face alone, I wouldn't hear her voice again, and I wouldn't remember the way she used to look at me, like I was her whole damn world.
Maybe I was. I knew she loved me, but now? I wasn't sure.
As the days blurred, I decided to relax and be closer to that one person who I wouldn't originally be with—my grandma. So, when her call came late that afternoon, I knew better than to ignore it. So, I found myself here. Back in the house that had always been too full of memories, back in a place where I never seemed to have control.
