He held up a matching phone. The tension was thick enough that I had to swallow some of it before I could speak. He is human. I stared at the ends of my Nikes as they touched the fringe of the dining room rug until the knot in my gut eased, and I felt calm.
The gesture was not. We would never go shopping together or eat an entire cake while we complained about men. I've seen things as bad as the vivisected victims, the ones that died. Or maybe it was the narrow stairs, the close press of stone as if it would close around us like a fist and crush us.
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