“Still afraid?”
He looked out at the white street.
“Feels like that day,” he said.
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He glanced at me.
“Still afraid?” he asked.
I breathed in. My lungs stung.
I looked back toward the kitchen.
I breathed out.
“Yeah,” I said. “But I’m done letting it decide my life.”
He nodded once.
Then I said, “Andrew?”
“Yeah?”
I looked back toward the kitchen.
And we sat down to make a plan.
“Tea first,” I said.
His smile was real this time.
“Tea first,” he agreed.
We shut the door on the storm.
And we sat down to make a plan.
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