I Will Find You
“Nothing with gunfights, serial killers, doomed marriages, or dogs that die. That leaves… old rom-coms, cooking shows, and documentaries about tiny houses.”
“I contain multitudes,” I said, and sat on the far end of the couch with deliberation. “Pick your medicine.”
She scrolled, considering the menu like the stakes were global. “I vote old rom-com. Comforting. Predictable in the ways I want. No explosions except between eyebrows.”
“Perfect.”
She landed on a movie that knew how to be both funny and kind without needing to break anyone first. The opening credits rolled like a memory. We both exhaled.
“May I put this here?” I asked, lifting the blanket. Her nod was automatic and then not; I saw
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