Till death murder us apart
As though the world might break her if she moved too quickly.
When the café door opened, Adia stepped inside, scanning the room until their eyes met. For a second, neither woman moved. Then Adia smiled softly. Lisha stood, and the two embraced tightly.
It had been weeks since they had truly seen each other—not through television screens, not through headlines or whispered gossip, but face to face. Real. Human.
“How are you holding up?” Adia asked as they sat down.
Lisha gave a small laugh, though there was no humor in it.