Daniel shook snow off his pant leg as he crossed the street, not noticing until he had reached the sidewalk that Miriam was still standing outside their car, her face filled with anxiety.
“You OK?” Daniel squinted in the late afternoon sunlight.
“I… didn’t think it would be this hard.” She brushed away a lock of hair blown across her face. “Weddings, bar mitzvahs — ”
“B’nai mitzvah, dear.”
“Right. But a Shabbat service? Not since I was eight. I don’t feel like I belong here.”
Daniel held out his hand. “If you choose to be by my side, you belong anywhere I’ll go.”
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