be waiting for. I remembered how frightening the camera timer had felt.
Now there was another future in front of us, unwritten and no safer than any other.
Elise appeared beside me.
“Ready?”
I looked at the old word at the top of the page.
Someday.
Then I took her hand, opened the door, and went with her.
For the first time, we had somewhere to be that neither of us intended to postpone.
If your best friend already felt like more, would you risk an honest answer, or keep
