me to do the job.
She laughed so hard she had to put down her coffee!
I told her about college.
I started reading the birthday letters she had kept.
Anna’s appearance also answered a question I’d carried for years.
She hadn’t left because she had stopped caring.
She’d stayed as long as she could because she cared too much to risk losing me sooner.
She’d stayed as long as she could.
Three months later, Anna came over for dinner.
I didn’t want some movie reunion where everyone hugged and pretended the past had vanished.
We weren’t there yet.
Maybe we’d never be.
But we could still move forward.
We weren’t there yet.
After dinner, Anna disappeared into the kitchen and returned carrying chocolate cake.
She told me it was from the same recipe she used when I was a kid!
She set it in front of me.
“I believe
