I got out.
I walked to the front door.
My hand hovered over the doorbell.
Then I pressed it.
A few seconds later, the door opened.
And there she was.
Anna.
I knew her immediately.
Her hair was gray now.
There were lines around her eyes.
She was older, just like me.
But her eyes were the same.
For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Then she whispered my name.
“David?”
I nodded.
“Hello, Anna.”
She stared at me.
Then she covered her mouth with her hand.
“Oh my God.”
I expected her to ask about my life.
Instead, the first thing she said was:
“Carol is dead.”
It wasn’t a question.
I nodded.
“Yes.”
Anna closed her eyes.
She looked down at the floor.
“I’m sorry.”
“Thank you.”
She opened the door wider.
“Come inside.”
I followed her into the house.
We sat across from each other in a quiet living room.
