All Rhodes Lead Here

For a man who hadn’t used the L-word very often in the past, he wasn’t stingy with it any longer. I heard it every morning and every night. I heard him say it to Azalia in quiet little whispers. He said it to Amos on the phone. My favorite lately was when he mouthed it against my stomach.

They wanted me back.
They wanted me close.
And for me, that was more than something. It was everything.

That finger of his swept over my eyebrow again. “I’ll follow you home,” he told me in a grave voice.
Home. There was that word again.