her.
Later, after everyone fell asleep, I stepped outside into the cold and tilted my head back into the dark.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
Not to anyone specific.
Just to the silence that had made room for all of this.
A few days after New Year’s, a package arrived.
No return address.
Inside was a scarf I hadn’t seen in years, mustard-colored, frayed at the continue reading …
