“What kind of something?”
“Something that helps people.”
“But doesn’t control everything.”
“That sounds like a good plan.”
She turns toward me.
“You know what else I want?”
“What?”
“Normal mornings.”
“Coffee on the porch.”
“Fishing practice.”
“You’re still working on that.”
“I will not be defeated by fish.”
I laugh.
“That’s admirable.”
She walks closer.
The golden light of the sunset fills the space between us.
“I also want this,” she says softly.
“What?”
“Us.”
My chest tightens slightly.
“You’ve got that.”
She reaches for my hand.
The warmth of her fingers settles easily into mine.
“You know…”
“I never believed in this kind of life.”
“What kind?”
“One where everything doesn’t feel like a crisis.”
“Well.”
“We’re trying something new.”
She smiles.
