Morning came honest. Two mugs steamed on the counter. They didn’t rewrite the past in one cup, but they started annotating it with better margins.
They agreed on two rules: no jokes with a target, no silences that punish. Then they agreed on a third: if one of them gets left behind, the other one turns around immediately.
Home isn’t where you never get lost—it’s where you practice finding each other without making it a performance.
