old mistake is necessary.”
The teasing left her face. Behind us, someone wheeled a suitcase over the paving stones. My phone counted down silently, and Elise looked straight at me without laughing or turning away.
The camera clicked.
When we went to look, we stood shoulder to shoulder. Two adults against an old wall, facing each other with expressions neither of us had prepared. I had expected the photograph to prove we had changed. Instead, it made me wonder how long we had been standing this way without permission to
