Jenna & Brandon — Betrayal at the Port
I nearly cried after she left.
It was such an ordinary promise, and I’d almost forgotten that ordinary honesty existed.
I began putting twenty dollars from each paycheck into a savings account only I managed.
Later it became fifty.
Then a hundred.
Each deposit felt like a vote for the person I was becoming.
The girls were learning to pull themselves up by the couch.
Piper would stand carefully, testing one foot before moving the other.