Not the kind from a can. The kind that fills the whole house with a smell that says, “Somebody loves you.
” A knock at the door. Gentle this time. Not 60 officers, just one man. Mila runs to open it. Eddie stands on the porch. Clean flannel shirt, jeans that fit, hair trimmed neat. He’s still thin, that won’t change overnight, but his eyes are different.continue reading …
