the lens.
She was looking at me.
There was so much love in her expression that I knew immediately which picture I wanted framed.
Later that morning, Nick joined us for a few photographs because I’d invited him.
He arrived with a scarf I’d forgotten at home.
He didn’t interrupt.
He didn’t assume he belonged in every picture.
He waited until I asked him to stand beside me.
We took one photograph together.
It wasn’t proof that everything had been repaired.
It was simply a record of where we stood.
