Evander was waiting downstairs early on Christmas Eve.
It took me a long time to rummage through my closet before finding a decent, old coat. I limped my way downstairs.
When he saw me, a wide smile softened his expression, reaching his eyes.
The wind lifted the edges of his wool coat, and sparse, whispering flakes of snow caught on our lashes.
For a fleeting, dizzying moment, it felt like the past had circled back.
"The car's over there," his voice was quiet.
He didn't reach out to steady me, but simply slowed his pace to match mine.
The car was warm, the heat already running.
We rode in silence, the only sound coming from the festive holiday songs playing softly on the radio.
Leaning my head against the cool window, I watched the landscape blur past—the suburban outskirts gradua
