April Gardner

Anything to Win Back Chloe

The cold, pouring rain seemed like an outward reflection of David’s feelings. At least the weather allowed for him to cozy up and wallow in his misery. Every night that week, he fought his way off a crowded subway car and dashed up the street to his apartment, huddled beneath his umbrella. As soon as he got home, he stripped off his damp clothes, got into his robe, put the tea kettle on, and sat by the window with the black Moleskin notebook he used as a journal. The journal had been his therapist’s idea.