Flora stood at the front of the project site, arms crossed against the wind. The structure was finally taking shape—a youth community center with open beams and wide glass panes.
“You should be proud," Richard said beside her.
She nodded. “It's not done yet."
“It's still beautiful."
She turned to him. “You always say things like that."
“Because I mean them."
She didn't answer.
He didn't press.
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He had become essential.
Not like Gavin—who demanded space then vanished from it. Not like Iris—who occupied every corner until no air remained.
Richard showed up.
That was it.
He brought her tea without asking.
He flagged redlines in blueprints without mansplaining.
He reminded her to eat.
But never asked where she went when she stepped outside for twenty-minute walks in the midd
