He said my name and I dropped the dustpan and my knees turned to water. He smiled and reached over and took my hand. I felt his touch pitch through me, the same warmth spreading like liquid through my chest, the same bucking of my heart, the same idiotic smile like something I could not control. He was here. He had not forgotten me. He had come back. He took my hand and led me out of the yard and through the trees on our neighbor’s lot. He held my hand with one hand and held the branches back with the other, and I let him lead me into an open space where he put his arms around me. I leaned into him and lay my head against the coarse wool of his coat and stood breathing him in as we swayed in the dark. From far away, the sounds of the night in the city.He put his mouth against my hair and said something I could not understand. He tightened his arms around me. I pulled away. My ribs throbbed, the bruise like something that had split open and begun to bleed again.He took my arm.
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