Chapter 2
I walk a few steps behind, she can't see me. But still I try not to huber to close to her.
I feel like a pest when I do.
I like the way she walks, so sure of herself, even if I know she's anything but that.
I see the way her eyes look everything. Like she's trying not to focus on anything in particular.
I've seen her do that too many times. It was just last year when it happen, I'm still not sure she had enough time recover. But before I knew it, she was going back to work, and doing all the things she did before.
I thought she'd get counseling or something. But she didn't.
I still thing she saw me, but since she never said anything to anyone.
She always stops at the same store window, there are baby clothes and toys and furniture. I wonder what she would have done.
Her reflection on the glass shows her small smile. Her eyes are a little glassy but as soon as she locks with mine in the reflection she turns and starts walking.
I don't really know if she can see me. But I still exist for these seconds when her eyes meet mine.
And then… We walk.