178. The Man Who Moves Instead

Roman

I didn’t plan the sentence. It arrived fully formed, already decided, as if my mind had known long before my body caught up.

“Then I’ll come to you.”

Nova stopped walking. I knew she was surprised because I surprised even myself but this was something I knew I had to do. I didn't want to lose her again and that meant doing anything and everything I could.

We were in the park, late afternoon sunlight filtering through trees that had already begun to ...