Sam and Nate pull up on the curve of your house. Sam’s hands shake out of anxiety. It’s been years since he’s laid his eyes on you. The only memory he had of you was an old picture of you and him he taped on his cell wall. Even then, you had aged and went on life without him.

“I don’t know, man. Can you just drop me off back to my hotel?” Sam watches as his brother puts the car in park. “You go up there, knock on the door, and reunite with the love of your life.” Nate demands softly. The magnitude of this situation seems small. Two lovers reuniting but the circumstances toughened the whole ordeal.

Being left with no choice, Sam exits the car, trudging his way up to your front door and gaining any bit of confidence. He cautiously knocks, hoping for an answer.