Leana Lovings - No Reason To Leave -09.21.21- -

Now, months later, the photograph’s corner was creased where she’d turned it up to memorize the line of his jaw. She had told herself stories about what staying meant. Sometimes it was patience; sometimes it was inertia; sometimes it was a deliberate refusal to be pulled by the frantic insistence of possibility. The difference between the three was the difference between needing a reason and being content with the reasons at hand.