It's Not About Love

I hear the screech of Declan’s chair against the floor and his footsteps as he follows me to the foyer.

He catches my hand, intertwining our fingers as he turns me to face him. He has to lower his head to look at me, and he cups my cheek with his hand. “Jessa?”

I close my eyes and hum in response.

“Are you okay? I know this is weird, but we can deal with it. It doesn’t all have to be bad.”

I nod