Uncharted Waters

Sloane

When Corbin and I hit the road, I can’t stop thinking of him. My eyes are on the landscape outside the car window, but my brain is stuck on what we could be—happy mates. Is it possible to forget and forgive and throw away my pride? Can we patch things up?

Well, I want to. My mind is open for change, and when we park by the dock, I leave my bitterness behind in the car. It’s a painful thing