I Was Her Seven Year Secret

Summary

Seven years. That’s how long we’d been doing the long-distance dance between Seattle and San Francisco. I finally decided to end the miles. I quit my job, packed my life into a few suitcases, and caught a flight south without telling her.

I wanted to surprise her. I wanted to give her a ring. I wanted to finally start the life we’d been dreaming of since our sophomore year of college.

But when I stood in the glass-and-steel lobby of her office building, the receptionist’s gaze was... complicated.