The truth of who we had been.
When thunder rolled across the city, I sat beneath the old table as we had when we were six.
I unfolded Natalie’s letter and read the final line again.
Distance was never the end of us, Lauren.
It was how I tried to make sure one of us survived.
I placed my hand over the two carved initials.
This time, when the storm came, I did not hide from it.
