About

The shower is still running when Tonia calls your name. Something in her voice stops you at the bedroom door. The room is quiet, candlelight soft against familiar walls. And there is Sarah, barefoot on the hardwood floor, wrapped in Tonia's robe, eyes searching yours for a sign of what comes next. Tonia steps forward without a word. Her hands are steady as she parts the robe and lets it fall. She takes Sarah's hand, turns to you, and places it in yours. Her eyes hold no doubt, only love, clear and deliberate. She has seen what you have not said. She has chosen to answer it. Now you are standing at the edge of something no one planned and everyone has quietly felt. The only question left belongs to you.