Time of her own, no one to tend to, until Sara returned, and Emilie took her back, and they continued the dance. So right while it lasted. So sweet, and bitter, too. Emilie had suffered enough heartache already. Surely, there were wiser choices. Surely, she knew enough to know better. But here was Sara, now, on her doorstep, just as Emilie had hoped. Here was Sara’s hand, reaching for hers. How warm, how right. “Let me in?” Sara asked. And Emilie opened the door.
