“I’ve Been Looking for You for Thirty Years”
He stopped an arm’s length away.
Close enough for me to see the silver in his hair.
Close enough to see his hands shaking.
“Naomi,” he whispered. “Oh my God.”
The room disappeared.
“I’ve been searching for you,” he said. “For thirty years.”
Investigators. Reunions. Dead ends.
“I never stopped.”
Behind him, I heard glass hit marble.
Kenneth’s drink slipping from his hand.
Julian took my hands.
Held them like something precious.
“Will you have dinner with me tomorrow?”
The old version of me would have declined.
Would have protected appearances.
Would have made herself small.
I was so tired of being small.
“Yes,” I said.
The word echoed like a detonation.
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