They act like they’re doing me a favor, reuniting us or something, when they open the door and he steps into the lobby. I want to cup my mouth with one hand and yell, You can keep him! I almost chuckle because it’s funny to me. Maybe funny because it’s so new. My desperate need to cling to him my entire adult life has not only dissolved but become hard and bitter. Exactly where I should have been long ago. It feels...invigorating.
ILY CORA
