A Promise to Remember
I glanced at my watch; time was up.
Chase was the jealous type, and if I was late, he'd start with the snarky comments.
I turned away, waving lightly over my shoulder. "Gotta go, Ted."
I'd walked quite a distance when a gut-wrenching yell pierced the quiet night from behind. "Nora, I can't let go! I'll never let go!"
I didn't stop.
Back home, I was slipping off my shoes when Chase leaned against the wall, giving me the side-eye and mimicking in a whiny tone. "Nora, I can't let go."