looked around the table.
Then she said, “Mostly.”
It was such a simple answer.
Mostly.
Not the whole story.
Not a lie.
Not a confession.
Just enough.
That night, after everyone left, Savannah and I walked around campus.
She was twenty-one now. Taller somehow, though I knew that was impossible. More herself. Her hair was shorter. Her boots were still black. continue reading …