The frigid air bit into my bones, Canada taking its bittersweet vengeance one gust of wind at a time. Smoke billowed from the chimney, the cabin inviting me inside with open, welcoming arms. I couldn’t move. My cabin, my home, my past, the life I lived before Anthony existed; it was right in front of me and I couldn't face it.
Behind me, the snow crunched beneath Memphis’s feet. "You know, I still think about the last time you were here."
"You stayed."
Coming to a stop beside me, he nodded. "I did. I couldn’t bring myself to let the place go."
"You always were the sentimental type."
"Yeah, well, sometimes memories are easier to hold onto than people." He side-stepped, so he could wrap his arms around my waist. "Thankfully, I'm lucky enough to get to hold you for eternity."
I relaxed into him, my stare still fixed on the cabin. "You know, Mem, I don't think there's room for us and the entire entourage."
"I may have done some renovating over the past 30 years."
"Oh?"