Thirty Days
I find myself staring at the pictures that adorn the walls, losing myself in the memories of our wedding day.
“I can’t believe we have already been married three months,” I murmur softly.
“I have a present for you,” Taylor says, reaching under the bed. “It was also one of the reasons I wanted to get you home today.”
I look at Taylor in surprise. “A present, how come? You don’t need to buy me gifts.” I say.
“I know, but this is something special. I wanted you to have this for the trial,” Taylor says earnestly as he holds out a small, beautifully wrapped box.