Fear is a river with no escape, tumbling out of control to the waiting sea. Fear splashes wider whenever you turn, and fear drowns. So David, floundering in uncertainty, knew he was drowning for sure.
“What should I do?” he asked the empty room, having tried every dream, every seeming of his imagination. “How do I tell her?” And no one replied.
Then her knock on the door was like the gentle pecking of a dove. David opened it, took her into his arms, and drowned instead in the scent of her shampoo.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.”