It’s Christmas Eve, and we’re at the house she grew up in, after driving hours from campus where we met. She was a bright eyed freshman, and I a clumsy teaching assistant.She knew I’d be alone for the holiday,...

You opened the door,a spill of light illuminating you from behind—the soft blue of your pajamascatching the glow, tracing every quiet detail of you. A chill had whispered through the air,and I saw the way your body listened—a quiet shiver,a tightening,a...