Maeve Donavan.

He didn’t even know that was her full name until the day she died.

He had never gotten to touch her while she was alive.

She loved him.

But did he love her…?

Maybe that was why her death was affecting him so much. He cared for her deeply and she didn’t deserve what happened, but was that love that she’d confessed reciprocated?

Maybe he did love her.

He just wasn’t in love with her.

Spence knew why that was, as shitty as it made him feel.

She wasn’t you.

You found yourself knocking on his apartment door, a copy of his favorite book and a cup of his favorite coffee in hand.