LOVE FOR SALE
The little blur of a human shape stared back at me like a promise.
Later, Nolan knocked on the door again—less hesitant this time.
“Hey,” he said, stepping inside. “Thought you might want this.” He handed me a little stuffed fox. “I saw it in the gift shop. Dumb, I know.”
I took it, smiling despite myself. “It’s not dumb.”
We stood there, the soft toy between us like a bridge. I thought about the doctor’s assumption. The lie we didn’t correct.
Maybe it wasn’t a lie. Not completely.