The Shrink

Five years later

“Come on, Sophie, we’re going to be late.” Rhys called.

“Be out there in a minute.” Sophie answered from inside.

“Yeah, that’s what you always say." Rhys muttered under his breath; a light shuffle behind him caught his attention.

“Sophie,” but he couldn’t get himself to finish the sentence; he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say or what the right words to use should be. You look beautiful, or you look stunning. No, those were not the right words to use.

“Rhys, are you alright?” Sophie asked with concern written all over her face.

“Yeah, sure, I’m fine,” Rhys stammered. “I just got something in my eyes.”

“Let’s get going already; we are going to be late.” Sophie said that and moved away.

Rhys sighed and followed her. Adrian died five years ago, and they had moved on. She moved on so smoothly that he wondered if maybe it wasn’t too fast. Still, he did not want to talk to her about it for fear that he was going to upset the balance that she had already found inside her.