of glasses:
“We stay kind,” I say. “We stay human. We don’t make each other the enemy just because we’re scared.”
Emily’s face crumples.
Jason nods, tears finally spilling.
And there, on a muddy riverbank, the three of us do something that would make strangers argue online because it’s messy and imperfect and not inspirational enough:
We stand close.
We continue reading …
