I rode for my son...
Over 150 miles of distance separate me from my son. For over three years, I’ve packed up every other Friday and made the hours-long journey to be with him. It’s a sacrifice I’ve accepted as obligations beyond my control keep us apart.

One random Sunday night, before packing up and saying goodbye, my son and I stop off for dinner in a diner, one that we’ve driven by numerous times over the past few years. Charlotte Grandy, the awkward and cute waitress, captivates not only me, but my son as well.
There’s a strong possibility I’ll never see her again...but I couldn’t leave without letting her know how I felt.

Soon, I rode for her...
A relationship is the furthest thing from my mind, but I couldn’t stay away. I don’t have much time to offer her; my life comes with baggage, more than any woman should have to deal with. Yet, Charlotte doesn’t walk away.
It can’t last.
If one thing in my life is guaranteed, it’s that goodbye is inevitable.