Here’s to Yesterday

I want to make one thing clear: I saw her first.

The moment she walked into my view, I knew Maura Doughers was something special. I could see past the mask she wore. Could see right down to her very soul.

She was meant for me.

Tired and worn out from pretending to be Miss Perfect, it was obvious Maura needed a friend…and it just so happened I did too.

That’s all we were.
Friends.

Until we weren’t.

Which would have worked out just fine for us…if she wasn’t my brother’s girl.