After the sex with Cindy—which had been surprisingly refreshing and restorative for both of us despite the less-than-ideal circumstances of our makeshift privacy in an abandoned game room—we eventually dressed and prepared to return to the convoy.
The physical connection had been necessary from a medical stabilization standpoint, but it had also provided something I hadn't fully realized I desperately needed: genuine human intimacy untainted by grief or obligation. Just two people who cared about each other sharing a moment of vulnerability and connection in a world that offered precious few such opportunities.
