The waiter had taken an
age to come, Robert remembers, and even when he did they'd had
trouble explaining what they wanted.
“You always attract
the slow dim ones,” she'd joked.
“Well,” he'd
replied, “They say opposites do attract.”
They'd laughed again at
this, and Robert remembers just how much he knew he loved this woman,
right there in that moment. He allows himself to wallow in that
memory as he takes a second cautious step forward, followed quickly
by a third.
An unexpected wind
brushes across his face, causing a darkness to occupy this memory.
This is the moment that the
photograph was taken, the one that they found in the
box. A panic rips through Robert's chest as he takes a fourth step
and he senses the air around him changing.
