The porch light glowed like it had been waiting for an apology and got one it could live with. Inside, the apartment smelled like oranges and fresh towels.
They took the boxes down one at a time, not everything at once, not nothing forever. Progress likes small stacks and honest sweat.
He placed the sunflower charm on a hook by the door. “Later,” she said, smiling. “When it means what we want it to mean.”
