When Hope Ends (life begins)
I pull myself up and run my hands through my hair as I walk down the steps. There I turn back to her. “Stay.”
Her eyes brim with tears. “But the risk is—”
“Every day you get out of bed is a risk. You and I know better than most how true that is. Whether you’re here, or somewhere else, won’t make a difference once the truth is out there. If they dig they could still find us, and all those other families. Leaving won’t serve any purpose.” I’ve been pacing back and forth, but on my last words I stop and face her.
“I don’t know what the smart thing is to do.”
She wrings her hands in her lap and her teeth are biting her bottom lip so hard I’m afraid she’ll break the skin.
I’ll examine why it’s so important to keep her here later, but for now I place my hands on the stair railing to brace myself, and lean forward, my nose almost touching hers.