By the time we both walk to our cars, I feel like I’ve cleansed my soul. Do I think our talk today magically healed the hurt and pain in my heart? Absolutely not. But maybe, just maybe it’s a step in the right direction.
After another hug and a forehead kiss from my dad, my phone lights up with a text message. An instant smile spreading across my face as I swipe the screen to read his message.
Nick: Going sailing tomorrow with Rhenn. Please say you’ll come. I’m bringing food so no one starves. We’re meeting at the marina at 10.
I look up from my phone, the smile still extending across my face, and gaze out at the many stones until I spot one specific one. The breeze picks up, rustling my hair, and the sun chooses that moment to shine brightly on the screen. I gaze up, the heat warming my face, close my eyes, and smile. It feels good to…feel.
Turning toward the car parked behind me, I notice Dad standing with his door open. He gives me a warm grin and nods his head, solace spreading through my body. Before climbing into my car, I fire off a reply.
Me: I’ll be there.
Nick: I’ll pick you up.