We didn’t hug. No one ran forward. There wasn’t a moment like that.
Instead, Dora said, “We should start preparing dinner.” Like that was just… the next step.
So we did.
Dinner that night felt different. Not tense, just unfamiliar. Edwin sat at the end of the table as if he didn’t want to take up space. Dora asked him a question about something small,continue reading …
