Melanie
This is a special kind of torture, being snuggled into Weston’s bed, smelling the scent that has remained the same since I left him. It reminds me I tucked tail and ran a few days after we got married. I don’t know why I came back here after so long, like I feel as if I have a spot in his life anymore. But the fact of the matter is, I’ve always felt safe with him. No matter what’s going on in our lives, he’s always been the person I could count on. And after what happened in Montana, I need a place where I feel safe and where I can rest my head without looking over my shoulder.
God, Montana was such a shit show. At first, I loved it, but I'd gone out with a guy from a dating app, and it'd turned dangerous. He'd started to message me, even when I asked him not to, and then he'd showed up at the job I had. It'd taken me years to feel as if I could date again. When I finally did, he was a fucking plant from my parents, who still think they have a say so over my life.