Simone

About an hour and several cups of sobering coffee later, there was a knock at the door. Rob was incredibly prompt. At least this time he knew what kind of emotional carnage he was walking into. I opened the door, and he immediately held out his arms to me, despite the bags in his hands. I stepped into his arms and let him hold me for several moments.

When we finally broke apart, he held up his bags. “Hungry?” he asked.

I realized that I hadn’t ...