Starting OverChapter 6
It was Friday night - half a year since I had started my life over with Abby. I was sitting on a bare hardwood floor looking at the sunset from the picture window. The white walls were bathed in golden light from dozens of candles I lit around the room, leaving shadows to dance in corners of the high ceiling. "Tommy?" "In here." I called. Abby came in the living room, dressed in a simple white sheath dress. She knew I loved the way she looks in white. This dress clung to her like a...