A detail Reunion

“Camilla, it’s been too long, ” Lawrence said as he stepped through the heavy door of the safehouse, his voice soft but laden with every misplaced moment between us. I slightly had time to wipe down moping gashes before our eyes met across the battered rustic table in the sparsely lit main room. fluttering candles cast dancing murk on the cracked walls, and for a transitory moment, all the pain and separation melted down in the warmth of our grasp.

“ Lawrence, ” I ...