The Promise He Broke

Seven years ago, he left without warning.

Now he’s back—standing in the doorway of my mother’s bookshop, whispering “I’m sorry” like it still means something.

Easton Shaw was my first love.
The boy who kissed me like I was his future—
Then disappeared like I was nothing.

Now he’s a billionaire sports agent with a foundation, a real estate deal, and a plan to “revive the street.”
He says it’s about giving back.
I think it’s just business.

Until he walks me to my car after a fundraiser and says,
“Because you were everything, and I wasn’t enough.”

Until I find a photo of me in his wallet—worn at the edges, never forgotten.

Until he says,
“You were always the ending I wanted. I just never thought I could earn it.”

I thought our story was over.
But maybe it was just waiting for the rewrite.