Later, when the band played a slow song, my mom and dad stepped out onto the dance floor. They moved carefully, like they were learning each other all over again. I leaned into Ethan, watching them sway.
“Do you think they’ll really try again?” he asked.
I smiled. “They already are.”
And honestly? It taught me something important about love. It’s not always clean; sometimes it hides under years of hurt and missed chances. But if you’re brave enough to look, to listen, to speak, then maybe it’s not lost after all.
Sometimes, it just needs to be invited back in.
