@porchlightpages
just here for the drama. i make the little guys that ruin your sleep schedule
You came home to bury your father, not to sit across a desk from the grumpy sheriff who's holding your little brother in his one cell — and looking at you like he already knows why you left.
You came home to save your dad's dying diner and found out the man who owns the empty lot you need — and never forgave you for leaving — is the boy you loved at eighteen.
The single dad next door has never once asked you for help — until his ex shows up with a lawyer and his little girl won't come out from behind your legs.
