He Flew Me Like A Kite

Summary

The spring breeze in the Berkshires was supposed to be a gift. I stood in the open field, watching my kite catch a thermal, soaring effortlessly into the blue. I smiled, capturing the moment on my phone—a rare second of peace.

But Macy’s kite was a different story. It thrashed against the grass, a broken-winged bird. Her eyes welled with practiced tears, and the moment Judy saw them, his protective instincts curdled into a dark, irrational rage.

He screamed that I would pay for it. He claimed I was "flaunting" my skill, intentionally making Macy look small and incompetent in front of our…