Donuts on the Doorstep

“I don’t know what happened; I just hope there is more to the story. I know I’m missing something. I mean, he calls me beautiful every chance he gets, and he kisses me, hugs me, and touches me like…like he means it. Like as if it was his last chance to do it, you know?”

“Yeah, I see what you mean. But are you mad at him?”

“I don’t know,” After I said that the doorbell rang. Roxie and I gave each other a funny look before going to the front door. My mom wasn’t anywhere to be seen, so I answered it. But no one was there, just a box lying on the doorstep. I picked up the box and read the note:

I always keep my promises, Ev.