A few more days slipped by, and still, Terrence and I hadn’t circled back to the conversation about what I had asked of him. I didn’t press him either, even though the questions lingered restlessly at the edge of my mind, begging to be voiced.

Somehow, I just knew—felt it deep in my bones—that he hadn’t forgotten. I trusted him.

More than that, I held onto the certainty that he wouldn’t take it lightly, especially after he admitted that even his parents had been urging him to move ...