We Need To Talk

Henri

I lost the nerve to set up the chair bed in the front room. I hadn’t slept in it since Edi had gotten back from California just after New Year’s. I knew if she walked in and I had it set up she’d know immediately something was up, and I didn’t want her jumping to conclusions. She already had her preconceptions of what might be going on between Aaron and me. This wasn’t about that, not entirely anyway. And I had every intention of driving that point home.

But I was tired, so I’d brought a blanket and pillow out to the sofa while I waited for her to arrive. As soon as I heard her coming up the stairs outside, I rushed to the door. I opened the door before she could even try to unlock it and felt my heart swell when I saw her. I’d been wrong. I had missed her. It was so good to see her, but at the same time, my heart ached. Could I really do this?