S ome things don’t need to be said twice. Like the way Erin looked at me yesterday—not to ask, not to reassure, but just to say, with her presence alone: “I’m still here.” We weren’t holding hands. We weren’t even speaking. But something between us had shifted. Not because we had *fixed* anything—but because we […]
What Remains After the Fire
We sat in silence after the storm. Not awkward. Not heavy. Just… clear. Like the air had been scrubbed clean by the flames. It wasn’t a dramatic moment. No grand apology. No breakthrough. Just two people sitting on the same couch, no longer pretending. And in that stillness, I noticed something I hadn’t before: We […]