A Late-Night Text, A Red Convertible, And A Question That Changed Everything

let him take it. I didn’t let him rewrite who I am.”

The wind rustled through the branches above, a sound like approval or maybe just the world breathing.

Somewhere nearby, someone else spoke softly to their own loss, their own ghosts, their own unfinished conversations.

I closed my eyes and listened to it all—the wind, the distant voice, the sound of continue reading …