All Chapters of To Love Again: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

We ordered Thai and stayed in my small, creaky bed through the afternoon. We were wrapped around each other with the sheets tangled at our feet. Chloe texted sometime around noon to say that she would be going to work from Caleb's and I rolled my eyes. At this rate, she could as well just move in with him. She was there most of the time anyway.Later that afternoon, Jordan asked me to get dressed because we were going out. He went into his car for a change of clothes which he claimed he always made sure to leave there ‘just in case'. When I asked what to put on, he said to look casual. We were just going to have fun. Nothing serious. He wouldn't say what kind of fun, though.I pulled on a pair of jeans and a black T-shirt. I made him pick between two sneakers and finally settled on the one he least liked. By the time that we got into his range rover, it was already past 3:00pm. No matter how much I tried, Jordan refused to tell me where we were going.We rode with the windows down. He

The house felt gloomy. Chloe and I returned with her dad to their home on the outskirts of town, but now, for the first time since I'd first stepped foot in here, the place didn't feel like home. It felt… empty, like there was a cloud hanging over it. Even the atmosphere felt gloomy.As I poured boiling water from the kettle into teabags in small mugs, I wiped at a tear that had managed to escape. This was Nancy's favorite tea. She always said it had a soothing effect that was second to none. Now, standing here, making three cups that didn't include hers squeezed at my heart again, reminding me of the gnawing feeling I had felt at the hospital yesterday.I placed all three cups on a tray and carried it into the living room where Chloe sat curled up in a small armchair that she'd always liked to sit in. I looked around for Sam but couldn't find him. Chloe followed the movement of my eyes and signaled upstairs telling me that he'd gone up. I nodded and carried the single mug up the stur

With the passing of life comes the passing of time, and although grief tends to weigh us down with a vengeance, time helps to dull the sharp edges of our pain, urging us to remember the deceased not by the hollow pit that their death leaves in our stomach, but by the happy memories that we created with them while they were here.I read this year's ago in a book whose title I'd forgotten, and now as weeks passed and we tried to adjust to a life without Nancy in it, I found myself thinking only of the happy memories that she left behind.Soon weeks passed and my most dreaded day came. The final hearing between me and Anthony was on another hated Monday. Anyone who saw me walk into the courtroom with Chloe at my side wouldn't have guessed at the turmoil roaring inside of me.I settled stiff-backed into the empty space beside my lawyer. I glanced back at the army of loved ones who'd come to support me today. On Chloe's right was her father, and to her left, Jordan and Caleb sat looking se

Chloe knocked on our door a full hour early. This was a much needed escape, she said. The moment she got in, she kicked her shoes off and waddled into the kitchen in search of something to eat.She found Chloe pulling out a tray of grilled chicken from the oven- another surprise, because Chloe avoided cooking more than anything else and grabbed a drumstick. She closed her eyes as she chewed.“Oh my God, this is so good!" She tore off more of the skin excitedly and opened her eyes to look at us. “At this rate, I'm going to be an elephant by the time this baby comes! I never seem to be able to stop eating!"I laughed, turning the pasta on the stove with one hand and holding the lid of the pot with the other.“You're not going to be an elephant, Chloe. You're gorgeous no matter how much you eat or how much weight you put on."“True." Chloe agreed, pulling off the glove she'd worn to take the hot tray out of the oven. “Plus, you've earned the right to eat as you want, girl. You've got an

It was almost midnight when Jordan turned the lock in the door and we stumbled in. Somehow, we'd gone from hot chocolate to wine, and had finished an entire bottle.I wasn't drunk, but I'd had just enough to drink that I staggered as we walked up the stairs. Jordan placed his hand on the small of my back to steady me. I still didn't understand how he wasn't drunk. He'd drunk more than half of that bottle! Now that I thought of it, I didn't think I'd ever seen the man drunk.Inside Jordan's room, I dropped unceremoniously in the middle of the bed. The last thing I remembered before drifting off to sleep was Jordan pulling off my shoes and tucking a blanket around me.The first thing I noticed as my eyes shot open was that it wasn't quite morning yet. The day was still dark and what little light was in the room came from the bedside lamp.The second thing I noticed was the arm draped over my waist, warm and heavy. Jordan's arm. I smiled and snuggled closer into his embrace.We stayed