Marking Territory

~HADLEY~

I heard the laughing before I even opened the front door.

It was light, familiar, and completely at home in a kitchen that was supposed to be mine for the duration of this arrangement.

For a second I stood in the entryway with my keys still in my hand, listening, telling myself it didn't matter.

I had always known where Beckett's heart was. He had never pretended otherwise. Daphne Winslow