Divorced and Rekindled (Once Divorced, Twice Loved)
Nodding, I ask, “Is it to protect your identity?”
“Yes.” His eyes settle on me, and once again, I’m struck with the weird sensation that I’ve met him before.
His tone is still soft when he asks, “Do you feel better?”
“Yeah. I just didn’t expect…” My hand nervously gestures between me and the bed, “…ah…that to happen.”
“Again, I apologize.”
I nod and glance down at my lap.
Silence fills the air, but this time, it isn’t uncomfortable.
I close my eyes and focus on filling my lungs with deep breaths of air.