Wild Card

by Elsie Silver

“I don’t care. I’ll figure it out. I want to see you again.”

You can be seen and heard in my house.

“But I wanted to.”

I told him then that my full name was first-date material…and he remembered.

The way he mends my wounds without even trying.

When he looks at me like this, I feel like I might be the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. I feel like I’m his.

“You didn’t have to do that,” she says. “No, but I wanted to.”

I breathe him in. I breathe my anxiety out. I breathe him in. I breathe my doubt out. I breathe him in. I breathe my fears out.