Three weeks later, Marilyn called.
David finally answered.
“Who is he?”
There was silence.
“Who?”
“The guy in the picture.”
She laughed.
“David, that's my cousin.”
David froze.
“Your cousin?”
“Yes.”
He felt embarrassed.
“I thought...”
“You thought what?”
“Nothing.”
She laughed again.
“You ignored me for three weeks because of a photograph?”
David didn't know what to say.
“I'm sorry.”
She became quiet.
“David, you have to trust me.”
“I know.”
“Do you?”
“Yes.”
“Then don't let fear write our story.”
Those words stayed with him.
Don't let fear write our story.
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