Tears welled up in his eyes as he remembered the last time they’d been together. A hope he could go on living. With a final rinse, Cheyenne stepped back, allowing Larry a moment to simply be under the stream of water—alone yet not abandoned. It was time to bring order to the chaos that had settled there, much like the disorder that filled Larry’s life. The photo captured Erin in mid-laughter, the memory so vivid that, for an instant, Larry could hear it echo in the empty room. Latishia follows, her stride purposeful, the sway of her hips commanding attention. The world around him seemed to have moved on, leaving him trapped in a prison of his own making. The hesitancy in her approach was palpable; the air between them charged with her unspoken plea for connection. Slamming home time after time, making her ass bounce with each thrust. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust to the murky light that filtered through the grime-coated windows. “But not in a bad way.” His admission hung
