ezra finds me in the throngs of people who've flooded into our tiny house
after the funeral.
after booking it from the greenhouse, i bolted to the porch
and sat on the swing, that creaked, and creaked, and creaked. "hey." he pulled at the velvet ribbon that i used to tie back my hair.
no, no, i wasn't. i never would be. ever again.
so i told him that.
he pulled me close and kissed my neck.
i felt a shock run through me
and i pushed him away and
folded my arms tightly over my chest.