CARTER
I follow her blindly, climbing up the stairs without even realizing I’m doing it and walking down the long hallway on auto-pilot. It’s not until I’m standing in a room similar to mine but also not quite—it’s softer somehow and much more feminine than mine even though they—that I realize we’re in her bedroom.
She could have been taking me anywhere and I wouldn’t have cared as long as she kept on holding my hand. With a startling clarity, I realize that she could lead me into a fire and I’d gladly walk in as long as she walked in with me.
She steps out of her heels, bringing her four inches shorter. It almost brings a smile to my face. The difference in our heights has always been stark but it’s never been as alarming as the age difference—which is crazy by the way because now wh
