Thomas woke with a business card in his palm: “You know where to meet me.”
He walked to their bench overlooking the empty beach. Grey waves rolled endlessly towards the shore. A package waited beside him—white cotton inside, soft as cloud.
He pulled the robe over his shoulders.
“Hello, darling.”
Margaret sat beside him, exactly as she’d been forty years ago. Her smile hadn’t changed. Neither had the way she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“I’ve been waiting,” she said.
“I know.” His voice was steady now. “I’m ready.”
They stood together, walked towards the water, hand-in-hand again.
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