“Steady,” he said, holding her hand as she tiptoed her away across the log. The stream was far from the raging torrent it had been during the storms last month, but the memory alone was enough to make him clutch her little fingers tighter. “You’re almost there.”
and it’s slow, and painful, and the end is so far beyond your fingertips you think the pads of your thumb may never brush it, but it’s coming. Has anyone ever said recovery is easy? To recover is to rebuild with no materials, no blueprints, no idea. The architect is lost, so, so lost, but they are still an architect, and architects build.