I watch her move around the kitchen, quick and familiar, like she's done this a thousand times. And for the first time since I stepped back into this house….. i feel something settle. Not everything…especially not the mess in my head about Zane.
But this? This moment?
It feels… good.
"I missed you," I say quietly.
She pauses for a second, then glances back at me with a small, soft smile.
"I missed you more," she replies.
And somehow…. I believe her.
I don't stay in the kitchen longer than I need to nor because I don't want to but because if I sit there too long, I'll start thinking again about Zane and I'm not ready for that spiral.
So after eating…..after Margaret practically watches me finish every last bite like I'm a child she's nursing back to health….i head upstairs, change into something a little lighter, something that doesn't cling to me like everything I've been through.
