“Just show up.”
As I walked back to my car, I honestly didn’t expect to see her again.
Some memories run too deep.
And the Lydia I remembered from high school was the kind of person who wouldn’t listen to someone she felt was beneath her.
Still, as I drove away, I couldn’t stop thinking about the stroller I saw on that porch.
Or the way Lydia’s voice had cracked when she said she needed formula.
I honestly didn’t expect to see her again.
The following day, I went to work as I did on any other morning.
