118|At Least Here

~Declan~

Through the cab window, I watched Maya play fetch with Rosco in the garden. It was early Saturday morning. Owen, Milo, Wyatt, and Gavin were supposed to come over later for our weekend backyard barbecue. I wonder if I’d get an invitation from Elena to come over later.

My chest clenched, squeezing my insides. It was a struggle to breathe.

How did this become my life?

I look over my fiancee