A Second Chance For Love
It hasn’t been an issue for me before, because I’ve come to believe my heart is shriveled and small like the Grinch’s, but unlike a children’s story, no amount of singing and kindness can make mine grow and start beating inside my chest.
It can’t.
Because beating hearts get broken.
The floor creaks above us and I tense, turning to Jon with wide eyes. “Please say me you have a cat I don’t know about.”
Slowly, he turns his head to look at me, eyes vacant. “No cat. Just the Tall Man.” He looks at me, unblinking. My heart speeds up. I swallow hard, waiting for him to crack.
He doesn’t.
“The Tall Man’s coming for you,” Jonathan whispers, almost scaring me before he begins to laugh. I throw a pill