KID: 32

“Do you know how I feel? You act like you own nothing, but you’re wrong, Karen, cause you own me.”

William~

My heart doubles in beat and I turn around to see William standing in the kitchen with black jean, a white inn and a brown leather jacket. There’s a bit of snow on his blonde hair, which is now shorter than I remember, but his stubble beard remains.

Nothing compares to having William here now and to be honest, I’m lost for words to say as those grey eyes pierce into mine.

“Hey,” he begins, as if knowing my predicament.

“Hey, how did you get in?”

There’s a smile at the corner of his lips, “I’ve still got Hope’s key with me.”

I press my lip together, “I thought you had a lot of work to do before closing for the year.”

He steps towards me. “I did, I do and I’ll do them. But did you think I’ll let my wife spend her favourite holiday alone?”

“No,” I reply, “So you were here when I called?” He nods and my lips slowly press together and my eyes wander around.

“You’re not happy to s