I hear music — “Dead Man” by David Kushner. I push the door to the studio open to see Stacey mounting the aerial hoop.

I gulp and lean my forehead on the doorframe, hidden enough that she won’t see me watching the way she bends and moves, the light sweat working on her skin.
We’ve been texting back and forth today. Nothing flirty or about the other night. She’s given me soft smiles and even nudges me playfully when we’re eating at the dinner table.
We’ve walked the dogs together too. She still can’t handle holding both leashes without letting go when they pull.

📚Restitution/Edge of Darkness