“Want to grab food?”
“I’m stopping somewhere near home.”
“Don’t cook this late.” FindRecipes
Hearing those words now felt entirely different.
I laughed.
“Trust me. I won’t.”
Driving through Raleigh, I lowered the windows slightly.
Rain had fallen earlier, leaving the pavement shining beneath streaks of red and green traffic lights.
For an instant, the weather brought back memories of that evening.
Soaked clothing.
A stinging cheek.
My suitcase.
Three broken credit cards. CompareCards
But those recollections no longer tightened around my chest.
They simply reminded me of something I’d