Tall black boots. Long hair hanging free down her back. Carrying a black duffle. Walking with a quiet confidence. She’s pivoted following the summer internship in Manhattan. A bridge she’s crossed. A new found self awareness…I can play. I can hold my own. Her grades have popped up, even raising her own eyebrows.
Zeke’s nose recognizes someone familiar in the dark. Then it hits him. Rachel! His entire body writhing with wiggles…he smothers her with kisses.
She crawls under the comforter and assumes her position on the couch. Her couch.
The mood has turned in the house. Like a warm fire softly cackling in the background. Like Thanksgiving with the sweet aroma of cinnamon and pumpkin filling the house. Like Christmas Eve with carols softly playing in background. Like tucking your feet in warm cozy slippers.
Oh, the delicious comfort of family. Of children.
Rachel is home.