“Hello, Winter. I’ve waited for you.” She froze at the words, sucking in a sharp breath and opening her eyes. His voice—she’d always loved his voice and had never forgotten it even after so many years. At the count of three, she spun around. Like time had frozen between that day and today, he stood there, tall and dark and smiling like he only smiled for her. One step at a time, one breath at a time, she walked to him, her hands reaching to touch him as he was reaching to touch her. “So have I.” She laughed and cried and laughed. “So have I.”
