A House of Lies
I'll come find you.
I blocked him on that, too.
A month passed. On the anniversary of Jonah's death, I stopped at a flower shop to buy roses for his grave. Arms full of flowers, I was about to leave when a shadow stepped into my path.
Sheldon.
His eyes flooded, his voice breaking. "Honey, I finally found you."
I almost didn't recognize him. He was gaunt, his once-perfect hair now cropped short and rough. The confident man who used to strut around as if he owned the world now looked worn down, older than his years.