Love in the Time of Endless White

Summary

Four years after I left Matt, I flew back home for a reunion.

It was snowing that day, the kind of thick, wet flakes that snarl traffic into a standstill. I was late.

The moment I pushed through the door of the private room, someone called out with a laugh, "Look at you two, still playing games. What's this new thing? Arriving separately to build suspense?"

Every head turned, their gazes bouncing between me and him. Matt froze for a fraction of a second, a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes.

I just smiled and found an empty seat, my movements calm.