When the Signal Dies, Love Is Logistics—and Every Choice Has a Cost

“But not because I’m fearless. Because I’m careful. And because if I let fear run my life, then love becomes small.”

Kyle’s eyes went shiny.

“Also,” I added, because I needed to keep it from turning too sentimental, “Barnaby would’ve judged me.”

Kyle laughed, wiping his face fast.

“Is he okay?” he asked.

I paused.

“Old,” I said. “Still here.”

Kyle nodded continue reading …