Back To You
I smile, and I fist bump him.
His wife, Glory walks to us. “Axel.” She smiles, and I see Zayn all over her.
“Glory.” I return her smile.
“You’re an Artist.“ She says, and I see Zayn in her again, his bluntness, but there's also a softness
“I am.” I say nervously.
“Good. Zoe!” She calls her daughter, and seconds later, her splitting images appears.
“Yes, Mommy.” She smiles, her dimples showing, and I feel my heart melt.