John. God why did Gavin bring him up? He knew better. It had taken thirteen years of no contact to finally rid him of my daily thoughts. It had been a fairytale whirlwind romance. I fell so fast and hard for him and I thought he had too, but out of nowhere he called to break up with me. On the phone. I’m not sure I’ll ever really lay it to rest. There was no reason that he gave. No closure at all. He was the one who got away. At nineteen I met the man I was supposed to spend my life with and at twenty he obliterated my heart when he left me. Fuck you, John! I pull the key from the ignition and shake the thought of John from my brain as I head inside to make sure the boys are still playing nice. “Did you behave?” I ask Gavin, whose made himself right at home watching TV on the couch. Jake’s nowhere to be found. “Of course.” He smiles up at me. I don't believe him, though. “You’re a terrible liar, you know that?” He laughs at me and tries to pull me onto his lap. I stay upright and shake my head at him while I narrow my eyes at him.
