Like Home?

Chapter 145: Like Home?

***Victor***

There are a thousand ways I imagined our reconciliation would happen.

Maybe I’d slip her a dinner date through the crack of the door.

Maybe I’d flood her workplace and our home with flowers until the scent became unbearable.

Maybe I’d buy her a signed album from that artist she loved so much—the one whose songs she used to hum absentmindedly while brushing her