By the time Taylor began thinking about it, the idea didn’t feel sudden. It had been forming quietly beneath everything else, threading itself through her thoughts in small, almost unnoticeable ways. Then, it became something she could no longer ignore.
At first, it was just curiosity. An extension of the connection they had built through letters, a natural progression of wanting to understand someone more fully. But the longer she let it sit, the more it shifted into something else, something that carried weight beneath the surface.
Words had been enough, at the beginning. Taylor and Adam had created a space that felt controlled, predictable. It was something she could step into and out of without losing her footing. But that space had changed. It deepened, expanded, and taken on a shap
