look.
He smiled.
Then his expression turned more serious.
“How’s your brother?”
“Good.”
“Still annoying?”
“Professionally.”
Nathan nodded.
“That’s reassuring.”
We walked toward the seating area.
Rows of families filled it again.
Mothers taking photographs.
Fathers pretending not to cry.
Brothers and sisters whispering to each other.
For one second, I saw myself from that morning.
Black dress.
Silver watch.
Hands folded in my lap.
Trying not to take up space.
Trying to prove love by becoming invisible.
I understood something then that I wished I had understood much earlier.
