“What are you doing out here?” she asks. She stops a few yards away from me and tilts her head to the side. “I needed a minute. It was getting too loud in there for me. I felt…” I trail off and shake my head. Weak, is what I want to say, but I know my therapist doesn’t like that word. “I felt overwhelmed.” “I understand.” She points at the spot next to me, the dirty sidewalk covered in salt and sand to keep snow from sticking to the concrete. “Can I join you?” “I don’t want you to ruin your dress.” I take off my tuxedo jacket and set it on the curb. “But I’d love if you joined me.” Lacey
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