“I don’t know what happens now,” she said.
He nodded. “Neither do I. But maybe we find out together.”
Outside, the sun had fully set. The air was cool, the highway quiet once more.
Sarah hesitated, then spoke. “I have coffee tomorrow morning. Same place, every Sunday.”
He smiled, a small, careful smile. “I’ll be there.”
As he walked toward his motorcycle, she watched him go, feeling something she had never felt before.
Not certainty.
But possibility.
And after thirty-one years apart, that was more than either of them had dared to hope for.
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