But when I opened, my whole body stood still.
Daniel was in the light of the porch.
His clothes were completely soaked. His face looked exhausted. And the self-confident man I remembered was nowhere to be found.
“Laura…” he whispered.
I stared at it.
What are you doing here?
For several seconds, he said nothing.
Then he looked down and asked quietly:
Can I sleep here tonight? Just tonight. Please.
My first impulse was to close the door.
That was the man who had broken my heart.
The man he had spent three years trying to forget.
But there was something about the way I was there that stopped me.
He seemed defeated.
So, against all sensible thinking in my head, I became
to one side.
“One night.
Daniel entered the house that had once belonged to the two.
At first, we barely talked.
I gave him a towel. He sat down at the kitchen table while the rain hit the windows.
Then, little by little, he started talking.
He told me things he had never admitted during our marriage.
Why he really left.
What had happened after our divorce. And why, from all the places I could have gone that night, I had come to myself.
The more we talked, the harder it was for me to remember why I had spent three years convincing myself that I no longer felt anything for him.
At some point, the distance between us disappeared.
He took my hand.
I didn’t take her away.
Then he touched my face the same way he used to when we were still married.
And when he whispered:
