I’ve been burned before, and it wasn’t by fire…
After I got divorced, I promised myself two things. I’d give my daughter, Cora, the best of me, and I would start living the life I always wanted to. My brother’s friend, Mark?
His personal mission is to make sure I don’t talk myself out of living. I expect him to leave when I tell him I’m a package deal, and Cora comes with me. He doesn’t.
He makes me believe that I can have everything I want, even though it scares me to death.
I’m still fighting it when there’s a fire at the County Clerks Office, where I’m a float for records, licenses, and registration.
As the smoke gets thick, and I can’t find a way out, I’m resigned to what’s going to happen.
But then he shows up, and I’m reminded that there are men who run toward things, and not away. When I finally let my guard down.
I let those sparks between us fly, hoping like hell they catch fire, and ignite a love I never could’ve imagined. He teaches me that sometimes the bravest thing isn’t just surviving the emergency.
It’s trusting someone enough to let them in after.
