At 2 A.M., a Hidden

you to work sometimes, Ethan. I married a man who loves what he does. I just need doors that open. I need truth. I need us not to disappear from each other.”

I closed my hand around the key.

“You have that.”

“I know,” she said again.

This time, she kissed me.

And for the first time in a long time, I believed we were not only surviving what happened.

We were continue reading …