Abby
Despite the warm spring weather and the golden glow of the city lights at night, the restaurant feels more imposing than ever as I stare up at it. I take in a shuddering breath, blinking back the tears that threaten to spill.
Not tonight. I won’t cry tonight.
A warm hand slips into mine, and I look over to see Karl standing next to me. He gives my hand a squeeze and offers me a soft smile.
“You good?” he asks.
I breathe in again and nod, although I don’t really feel ‘good’. Karl, noticing this, loops his arm around me as we begin walking up the pathway that I’ve walked a million times.
“It’s gonna be a good night,” he says. “Remember: one door closes, another opens.”
“One door closes, another opens,” I echo softly.
We walk up the path together and up to
