Something inside me began to shift.

“I argued with him.”

He gave a bitter laugh.

“He said that was exactly what he was trying to prevent.”

Stormy spoke almost in a whisper.

“So you just…left?”

Richard looked at her with sadness.

“I was 23.”

Then he faced me again.

“My father died eight months later.”

He swallowed.

“Two months after the funeral, I came back.”

I stared at him.

He nodded slowly.

“I drove to your apartment.”

My pulse quickened.

“There was a moving truck outside.”

I immediately remembered the day.

“Then I saw a man carrying boxes into the apartment.”

“When he came back outside, he kissed your forehead.”

I frowned in disbelief.

“Richard…”

“I thought he’d replaced me.”

My lips parted.

Richard continued staring at me.

“He drove down from New Hampshire to help me move.”

Richard shut his eyes.

“I never knocked.”

Something inside me seemed to split apart.

“So we both spent 22 years believing the other one had chosen someone else.”

“Looks that way.”

Jordan did not move.

Stormy looked as though every idea she had about love had suddenly been rewritten.

I stood and crossed to the window.

The evening light stretched over the backyard.

During all those years, I had imagined countless explanations for Richard’s departure.

Another woman.

Fear.

A change of heart.

I had never imagined he believed leaving was an act of protection.

I turned toward him again.

“You should’ve knocked.”

His eyes closed.

“I know.”

My voice broke.

“You would’ve met my brother.”

He lowered his head.

“I know.”

“Instead, we lost 22 years.”

“I know.”

He offered no defense and no excuse.

Only regret.

That made holding onto my anger more difficult.

Jordan looked at his father.

Richard smiled sadly.

“It reminded me there was once somebody who loved me before life became complicated.”

His eyes settled on me.

“I couldn’t throw away the happiest version of myself.”

The words remained suspended in the room.

Then Stormy surprised us.

She turned toward Jordan.

“I think we should give them a minute.”

Jordan agreed immediately.

Neither of them joked or made the moment uncomfortable.

They quietly went onto the back porch and closed the glass door.

For the first time in twenty-two years, Richard and I were alone.

The silence did not feel uncomfortable.

It was simply crowded with everything we had not said.

Richard glanced around my kitchen with a faint smile.

I laughed quietly.

He reached into his jacket and removed a worn leather wallet.

From a concealed pocket, he carefully pulled out a photograph.

Its edges had softened after years of handling.

He offered it to me.

“I think this belongs to both of us.”

The picture had been taken during our junior year.

We were sitting on the steps outside the Boston Public Library, sharing one pretzel because neither of us had enough money for lunch.

Someone had photographed us laughing at a joke neither of us could now remember.

On the back, in my handwriting, were the words:

“Someday we’ll tell our kids how broke we were.”

A tear slipped down my face before I noticed I was crying.

“I couldn’t throw away proof that I’d once been loved like that.”

I smiled through the tears.

“You were an idiot.”

He laughed softly.

“I know.”

I shook my head.

“You really were.”

“I know.”

“You should’ve trusted me.”

“I should have.”

“I wanted to.”

His voice cracked.

“I was just too young to understand that protecting someone isn’t the same as deciding for them.”

I folded the photograph with care.

“I hated you.”

“I spent years thinking I wasn’t enough.”

Pain crossed his face.

“Doron…”

“I wondered what was wrong with me.”

“There was never anything wrong with you.”

I studied him for a long time.

“The sad part is…” I managed a sorrowful smile. “…we lost the same 22 years.”

He nodded once.

“Yes.”

Neither of us pretended the lost years could be recovered.

The sliding door opened.

Stormy leaned inside.

“Are we interrupting?”

I quickly wiped my cheeks.

“No.”

“You both look like you’ve been crying.”

Jordan smiled.

“I figured that part was unavoidable.”

Stormy came over and linked her arm through mine.

“Can I ask one question?”

“Anything.”

Her expression softened.

“If you two hadn’t broken up…” She glanced between us. “…I wouldn’t exist, would I?”

Richard chuckled.

“Probably not.”

“Well…”

She turned toward Jordan.

“I’m glad you two figured your lives out exactly the way you did.”

Jordan laughed.

“So am I.”

For the first time that night, the space between Richard and me held no regret.

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