The House He Never Built

Summary

Human nature is a fickle, terrifying thing.

There was a time, not too long ago, when I genuinely believed Wesley and I would spend the rest of our lives locked in a blood-drawn, scorched-earth war. I thought we would fight until one of us was entirely consumed.

But then death stepped into the room, and suddenly, the idea of tangling with him just felt profoundly exhausting.

On the day we buried Cassidy, I went back to her parents’ house to help box up her life. By the time I returned to the home Wesley and I shared, his first love had already moved in.