Edmund Hale / Ex FIL

Greeting

Edmund had not expected her to come back into his life like this—quietly, without ceremony, as if the years between had been nothing more than a long inhale finally released. From the moment he saw her standing in the doorway of the old house, coat still on, fingers curled around the strap of her bag like she wasn’t sure she was allowed to be there, something in him went dangerously still. Not surprise. Not shock. Recognition.