I’ve been blindfolded and stuffed into his car, unaware of my surroundings for the last twenty five minutes or so. It’s all in good fun and I went willingly, but still . . . “Must you always be in control? Can’t you just relax and trust me?” He’s right and I do, but—“Yes, I need to be in control. It’s a pet peeve since they died. You know that.” Throwing that out there isn’t exactly fair, but it’s true. No matter how amazing things have been since Tommy and I rekindled and took things to the next level, I’m still recovering, or—for lack of a more professional terminology—learning to live in their absence. The grief counseling my sister and I have been attending at church helps a little, but the reason I feel sane again is all due to the person sitting beside me in the darkness of this car right now. “Okay, fine,” I huff, giving in. “Will it be much longer?” “Nope. Just another few turns and we’re there.” The excitement oozes from his voice and I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that it’s contagious.
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