Page 405 of You felt Familiar

“I used to work.”

“You will work again.”

“What if I can’t do it the same?”

“Then we find a different way.”

“What if I’m different?”

“You are.”

He flinched.

I tightened my hold.

“So am I.”

Noah looked at me.

“The man I was before your accident believed love meant protecting you from every problem. I don’t believe that anymore.”

“What do you believe?”

“That love means telling the truth and staying while we decide what to do with it.”

His eye filled again.

“I feel lost.”

I moved beside him.

“Come here.”

He rose without argument.

The exhaustion of the day made him lean heavily into me.

I wrapped both arms around him.

His right hand clutched the back of my shirt.

“I know my name,” he said against my neck. “I know Denver. Leah. The girls. I know how to wire a panel.”

I rubbed his back.

“But the man in the photographs had a whole life. He knew where everything belonged.”

“He was lost sometimes too.”

“Was he?”

“Frequently.”

“You didn’t tell me that.”

“You asked about happy memories.”

“What was he lost about?”