172. The Question That Changes Everything

Roman

We both move at the same time.

I step forward because my body remembers her before my mind can interfere. Eight years ago, this would have started in a hug without thought, her arms warm around my shoulders, her cheek against my chest, the quiet certainty of home.

But eight years ago is not now.

She extends her hand. I freeze mid-motion, my arms half-lifted, caught between instinct and restraint. She notices a second too late, her fingers already ...