“So, you did it.”
Taylor glanced up to find Denise leaning against the doorway as always. Denise was watching her with a look that held more certainty than curiosity.
“Did what?” Taylor asked, though her tone lacked its usual distance.
Denise nodded toward the letter still in hand. “You pushed, didn’t you?”
Taylor’s fingers tightened around the paper as she shrugged. “I asked.”
Denise gave a small, knowing shake of her head. “that’s not the same thing.”
Taylor didn’t respond because this time it wasn’t.
When night came, Taylor sat on the edge of her bunk with the photograph resting beside her. The weight of what she set in motion was settling into place with a quiet finality that felt different from anything before it.
The distance between Adam and Taylor, once defined by paper and
