Reagan Foxx: Never Marry ((better))

“That’s all I wanted,” he said. “Not a promise. Just an open door.”

She sat down beside him.

She’d watched her mother fold herself into a woman she didn’t recognize—softening her opinions, shelving her dreams, pouring forty years into a man who forgot her birthday more often than he remembered it. Reagan was twelve when she decided: not for me. reagan foxx never marry