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The vibration pulled me out of a rare, wonderful dream. Most nights, my dreams were nightmares, mainly about Luke and Josh plummeting out of the sky.
This dream was peaceful.
We were all together, sitting around a table like we used to. My family was there, including all of them, and Luke was too. We were having a family dinner, laughter filling the air, and then a little girl with bright eyes ran into the kitchen, her giggles like music… She was like a ray of light, and Luke stood up from the table to pick her up – spinning her around as she giggled. I hadn’t realized I was crying in my dream until I felt the wetness
skin. on my cheeks, slick against my
BUZZ
BUZZ
BUZZ
The phone vibrated again, and I groaned, reaching over to pick it up. A handful of messages lit up the screen–several from my mom. She’d been checking in every day. But this morning, there was also a message from Marcelo.
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I took him up on the offer to view the gallery with a little push from Laura. She promised he was a good person with not intentions–not that anyone would have intentions.
I’m a pregnant widower…
But Marcello had this knowing sensation about him–like he could feel what I was feeling without any words. I was comfortable in his silence, and I think that was the best part. We were two very broken people, but we weren’t trying to fix each other.
I told him last night when he reached for my hand, and I pulled away that I was too shattered, my heart too broken, to really be a friend. Marcelo merely took the hand and turned it over –“l’amitié n’est pas une question de perfection,” he said, and I still haven’t Googled what it means.
I looked up when there was a knock on my door, and Laura’s head popped in. I sat upright, even though I wished I could go. back to that dream.
