SERA
“I keep thinking I have forgotten something.”
She said it from the kitchen doorway at nine in the evening with her bag half-packed on the bed behind her and the restlessness of someone who had been organized all day and was running out of tasks to apply that organization to.
Priya sat at the kitchen table with a mug and the expression of someone who had anticipated this exact moment and prepared for it simply by being present.
“You have not forgotten anything,” Priya said.
“How do you know,” Sera said.
“Because you have been thinking about this trip for eleven days and your mind does not leave things behind,” Priya said. “The feeling is not about the bag. It is about the thing you have been building toward and the fact that tomorrow it arrives and your nervous system does not kn
