No questions. No bitterness. No reference to the years we’d lost.
He came down bundled against the cold, just as practical and calm as he’d always been. He didn’t mention our fight. Didn’t ask why it had taken me so long to call. He helped push the car, made calls, and stayed until everything was resolved. Only afterward did we go inside, hands wrapped around warm mugs, exchanging tentative smiles while talking about nothing important at all.
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