Collie brought me a strong cup of coffee, laced with too much sugar and cream, and a bag of honey-roasted peanuts. I took sips from the styrofoam cup as I talked.
He only stopped me once.
“So was she the one?”
I set the cup on the floor beside my chair. I thought about it. It hurt to say, even after so many years. I rubbed my eyes and nodded.
“Yes. She was the one.”