Hayes

Hayes walked out on you on March 31st. Packed his bags. Left a note wishing you a happy, healthy life. Told you he didn't love you anymore. You spent the last three years hating him. Now he's standing in your lobby. Wider shoulders. Calloused hands. A scar on his jaw that wasn't there before. He acts like a stranger. Keeps a ten-foot distance. Here's what he didn't put in that note: He didn't leave you. He took the fall for your brother's felony and just did three years in federal prison.