looked at me.
“But I’m making the decision. Not you.”
He nodded.
“I’m going to see my husband today.”
We drove for hours.
The world outside the car looked nothing like the one James had left.
Roads had changed.
Buildings had appeared.
Entire neighborhoods existed where empty fields once stood.
Everything had moved forward.
Everything except the love I carried for James.
That had remained exactly where I left it.
On a train platform.
In a yellow dress.
After a long silence, I asked Adrian,
“Why today?”
His hands tightened
