Cracked wide open, I see Riggins staring at me. He’s open and honest, and I see it all. The guilt, the fear, the anxiety, the sadness. But I also see the love. It’s like he’s trying to show me why he really came home. It wasn’t the marriage or the town or the music. It was me. It was us. It was because just like me, he has only been half alive for nearly a decade and he’s tired of living without me.
