That afternoon, I opened an old drawer and found the worn address book I hadn’t touched in years. My fingers shook as I dialed the number I once knew by heart.
When the line connected, a hesitant, familiar voice said, “Hello?”
I took a deep breath and smiled through my tears.
“It’s me,” I whispered. “It’s been a long time. Maybe… we still owe each other one more sunset.”
Outside the window, the late afternoon light spilled across the quiet street. For the first time in many years, my heart felt light — as if life had quietly handed me a second chance, even now, when I thought all chances were gone.
