A few hours into my shift, sure as I expected him, Dewayne walked in looking and smelling like 1988. He sat in my section, and I was torn between ignoring him and serving him so he’d leave.
“I got this for you, baby,” he said, shoving a ring box and card at me.
I took the small box into my hands for a moment, glanced at it — not considering but trying to tap into some place in my heart that might still feel something warm for him — and then set it back on the table.
GET MY MEMOIR FREE HERE: https://amazon.com/dp/B095PVFRXK/
The First 22 Years Are the Hardest: A Memoir: coming of age with a baby on the hip and hope for happily ever after
Ebook Available for Free: December 4-8, 2024
