Caden stood in the doorway of the bedroom, arms loosely crossed over the plain gray tee shirt he wore as he stared at the garbage bags.
He lifted his chin, and the room seemed to tilt as our gazes connected. His hair was pulled back, and the beams of sunlight seemed to be attracted to all the striking, symmetrical angles and planes of his face.
Upon the unexpected sight, my heart lodged itself in my throat. Now it was firmly back in my chest, pounding for reasons unrelated to shock.
Hello hello everyone!