He pressed his palm to the windowpane. “I see you too,” he whispered.
And for one impossible moment, the snow fell upward. Then it stopped. Then 2019 ended, as all years must. i see you -2019-
Leo drove through a thunderstorm. He reached the rest stop at 11:09 p.m. The payphone was still there, rusted and silent, its handset dangling. He picked it up. For five minutes, nothing but static. At 11:14 exactly, the static cleared. He pressed his palm to the windowpane
“I don’t need proof,” Leo said. “I just need to know it’s true.” rusted and silent