Coming Home

My life was literally falling apart on the terminal floor.
Crushed goldfish crackers.
A screaming five-year-old.
And a broken suitcase that was a metaphor for my entire existence.
Then there was Ethan Caldwell.
He is everything I’m not.
Rich. Organized. And devastatingly handsome in a charcoal suit.
He should have walked away from the mess.
Instead, he helped me up.
So when my judgmental parents arrived to inspect my “failure” of a life, I panicked.
I grabbed Ethan’s arm.
I told them we were in love.
I expected him to run.
He didn’t.