*Ami*
"Ami?" I hear Cory's voice and turn towards it. I'm standing in the garden on this warm evening, a glass of white wine in my hand.
He comes towards me from the house, and I smile at him. He's walking almost normally now, and I’m so proud of him; he’s really worked hard.
I think he looks amazing. He’s let his beard grow back out, keeping it short and trimmed. He’s wearing a pair of very well-fitting jeans and a green button-down shirt with the top buttons open.
He gently takes the glass from me and puts it on the table. "Sweetie, I have something I want to ask you, but you have to promise to really think about it and answer me honestly, okay?"
"Of course, Cory, what is it?" I look at him, wondering what this could be about.
He grabs both my hands and kneels in front of me. My he
