the snow, willing to wait while you decided whether he could come closer.
I placed my hand over the folder.
“Tomorrow,” I said.
Daniel smiled.
“Tomorrow.”
Then, for the first time in a very long while, I allowed myself to believe that the future might be waiting—not to demand anything from me, but simply to offer me a place to begin.
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