Perfect moments

Lilly

We danced in silence until the song ended when Rick stepped in.

“Can I cut in?”

“You already have,” Jonathan grumbled.

I just chuckled and took Rick’s hand just as Daughtry’s song “September” came on. “Not exactly a dance song.”

“That’s ok,” he told me, putting his arms around me. “We can just slow dance.”

Our bodies in sync, we danced slowly, just as we did back in our college years. So much has changed. Almost two decades, time wasted on my late husband. Catch twenty-two though, because if I regretted those years, I wouldn’t have my daughters.

Opting not to think about Jack, I focused on the words of the song. And damn if that wasn’t just as bad. The words tore at my chest and fragile heart. Since songs never made me tear up before, I mused. This self-revelation would be the death of me.

An ache bloomed in my chest, remembering moments with Chance, like snapshots for perfect moments. Damn hormones. Tears burned the backs of my eyes, the ache traveling through my veins to my he