“Come home,” Sherlock says, and so John does.
It’s not like he can go back to his place. Not now. Not yet. The house he shared with a wife who never existed; the unfinished spare room that won’t be needed anymore. Two women in his life that he never really got to know.
Ruined….
apt title. I can’t wait to ruin this with my poor grammar, typos, and general fuckery.
Let’s do this…
