“Are you okay? We’re here, at your apartment.” The interruption catches me off guard, but the sound of concern in Wils’ voice devastates me.
“Sorry, just lost in thought. You’ve thrown me a fast curveball, coming here out of nowhere. It’s been a long time.”
He comes around to my side and opens the door for me. He takes my hand to make getting down to the ground easier for me. He doesn’t let go of my hand, and I don’t make him. Right now, I need him. I’ve kept these feelings, this treasure chest of memories, under lock and key at the bottom of Wils’ pond. My hands are shaking as I attempt to put the key in the keyhole. Wils takes the key from me, inserts it into the hole, and turns the lock. He presses his hand onto the small of my back and urges me inside.
“Kenni, I’m sorry.” He cups my face with his strong hands. I feel the calluses on his thumbs and insides of his fingers while he strokes my face. My vision blurs from the number of tears in my eyes. “I shouldn’t have come here. You don’t want to remember.” |