He shook his head like he couldn’t quite understand it.
Then he said something that stayed with me.
“I tried to find you after high school.”
I stared at him. “What?”
“You were gone. And then life got… small.”
I had spent years thinking I was just a moment in his life.
He had spent years remembering me.
Now, we’re here.
Not young.
Not untouched by life.
But honest.
Careful.
Present.
His mother has care now. He works with us full-time. He helps people rebuild not just their bodies, but their sense of who they are.
And last month, at the opening of our center, there was music.
He walked over.
Held out his hand.
“Would you like to dance?”
I took it.
Because this time, we didn’t need to figure it out.
We already knew how.
