The man who apologized when he spoke too sharply.
The man who secretly left food outside the kitchen because he knew she sometimes skipped lunch.
The man who had finally loved her enough to let her go.
She looked directly into his eyes.
“I didn’t come back because I need your money.”
He swallowed.
“Then why?”
“Because I want to know if we can start again.”
He stared at her.
“Start again?”
“Yes.”
She smiled.
“But this time, there is no employer and employee.”
He felt tears fill his eyes.
“And what are we?”
She stepped closer.
“Two people who are choosing each other.”
He reached for her hand.
Then stopped.
Old fear returned to his face.
She noticed.
