Chapter 22: Is Sorry Enough?

Cami

Owen’s family left three days ago. I haven’t heard or seen anything out of Owen since he left the cabin that day the girls and I polished off two bottles of wine.

The next morning, I cracked open my laptop and sat staring at a blank document, cursor blinking at me to remind me of the new beginning we toasted to the afternoon before. Only, unlike the day before, the words and ideas weren’t pouring out of me. After sitting at the table for two hours, fingers unable to type even a single letter, I slammed the lid shut and went outside to get some fresh air.

I bundled up and walked up and down the same path Owen and I took when he invited me to go for a walk with the kids. The brisk cold air may have been so brutal that my face hurt, but I was no longer putting pressure on myself to write.