“Fine.” I took my first steps toward the possibility of him experiencing an emotional awakening at Ground Zero. Maybe he’d think about what it would be like to lose me while he was in a place where so many had lost people they loved. I’d lost him again and again to women whose names still make me cringe.
I’d thought I’d lost him for good when he’d visited me in Atlanta one spring break before we’d both graduated college. A gunman had opened fire in the food court at Lenox Mall. I’d crawled out the door on my belly, only to discover he wasn’t behind me. He was still inside. Maybe at Ground Zero he’d feel what I felt when I saw him through the window, knew that he was still breathing, the possibility of us one day moving from friends to lovers again still alive.