The morning after I told Jeremy I was staying, he burned the toast.<\/p>\n
I smelled it from the bedroom.<\/p>\n
By the time I reached the kitchen, he had opened two windows and was waving a dish towel beneath the smoke detector.<\/p>\n
I leaned against the doorway.<\/p>\n
\u201cThis is the marriage I chose?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at the blackened bread.<\/p>\n
\u201cApparently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI may reconsider.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat seems fair.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed, and I did too.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the moment deserved to become important.<\/p>\n
That was why it was.<\/p>\n
For so long, every morning had carried evidence.<\/p>\n
A bank statement.<\/p>\n
A hospital receipt.<\/p>\n
A photograph.<\/p>\n
A letter.<\/p>\n
A name.<\/p>\n
Now the greatest emergency was toast.<\/p>\n
Jeremy scraped another piece into the trash.<\/p>\n
\u201cEggs?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cCan you be trusted?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cStatistically unclear.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat at the table.<\/p>\n
My wedding ring clicked softly against the coffee mug.<\/p>\n
I noticed it less often now.<\/p>\n
That seemed healthy.<\/p>\n
Jeremy made eggs without destroying them.<\/p>\n
We ate.<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI need to ask something practical.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGo ahead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBeneficiaries.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stopped chewing.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat about them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMy retirement account still names you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLife insurance too.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOkay.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut the Nashville property mess made me realize we haven't reviewed any of it together in years.\u201d<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want to?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
No hidden gesture.<\/p>\n
No attempt to prove devotion by leaving me everything.<\/p>\n
Just paperwork.<\/p>\n
That afternoon, we spread our estate documents across the table.<\/p>\n
For once, paper did not mean catastrophe.<\/p>\n
Our wills were embarrassingly old.<\/p>\n
Mine still named Karen as alternate executor using an address she had left twelve years earlier.<\/p>\n
Jeremy\u2019s named his father, who had been dead for years, as contingent beneficiary on one account.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow did we become these people?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cBy assuming death was rude enough to schedule itself later.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
We made appointments with an estate attorney who had no connection to Thomas, Lacey, the county, or anyone in the story.<\/p>\n
That mattered to me.<\/p>\n
I wanted at least one professional in our life who did not know the phrase secret second marriage.<\/p>\n
The attorney was a woman named Denise Patel.<\/p>\n
She asked ordinary questions.<\/p>\n
Assets.<\/p>\n
Debts.<\/p>\n
Beneficiaries.<\/p>\n
Medical directives.<\/p>\n
Funeral preferences.<\/p>\n
Jeremy answered openly.<\/p>\n
So did I.<\/p>\n
Then Denise asked whether we wanted reciprocal authority over medical decisions.<\/p>\n
The question landed harder than expected.<\/p>\n
Jeremy looked at me.<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d I said.<\/p>\n
His expression shifted.<\/p>\n
Not triumph.<\/p>\n
Something quieter.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes,\u201d he said too.<\/p>\n
Denise kept writing.<\/p>\n
To her, it was one box among many.<\/p>\n
To us, it meant that after everything, I still trusted Jeremy to stand beside a hospital bed and speak for me if I could not.<\/p>\n
That was not romantic.<\/p>\n
It was more serious than romance.<\/p>\n
On the drive home, Jeremy said, \u201cThat surprised me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe medical power.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI thought you might choose Karen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI considered it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His hands tightened slightly on the wheel.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat changed your mind?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou did.\u201d<\/p>\n
He glanced at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cRecently.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat specifically?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe fact that when Lacey wanted hospice, you eventually stopped trying to overrule her.\u201d<\/p>\n
His face tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cI almost didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you did.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you told me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAt first.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd later?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou learned.\u201d<\/p>\n
We drove another mile.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d honor what you wanted,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
Those three words carried more weight now than I love you.<\/p>\n
Jeremy knew it.<\/p>\n
He did not answer immediately.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank you.\u201d<\/p>\n
This time I let him say it.<\/p>\n
The estate documents were completed two weeks later.<\/p>\n
No surprises.<\/p>\n
No secret trust.<\/p>\n
No mysterious property.<\/p>\n
We each kept individual retirement accounts and named the other primary beneficiary.<\/p>\n
Karen became my alternate medical agent.<\/p>\n
Jeremy chose an old cousin he trusted as his.<\/p>\n
We wrote funeral preferences.<\/p>\n
Mine:<\/p>\n
No open casket.<\/p>\n
No lilies.<\/p>\n
Jeremy read it.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy no lilies?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThey smell like funeral homes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is where funerals happen.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cExactly.\u201d<\/p>\n
He wrote:<\/p>\n
No expensive coffin. If Jill is alive, she decides the rest.<\/p>\n
I crossed out the second sentence.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you doing?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou decide.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll be dead.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen decide now.\u201d<\/p>\n
He stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou really hate inherited decisions.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI have experience.\u201d<\/p>\n
He rewrote it.<\/p>\n
Cremation. No required burial location. Family may choose what is meaningful to them.<\/p>\n
\u201cBetter.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re controlling my death plan.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m preventing you from controlling mine from beyond the grave.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
Fair.<\/p>\n
Second Room continued without needing either of us.<\/p>\n
That became increasingly important.<\/p>\n
Karen sent occasional reports.<\/p>\n
Jeremy volunteered monthly.<\/p>\n
I stopped attending board meetings entirely.<\/p>\n
One afternoon, a local newspaper published a small feature about the program.<\/p>\n
The article mentioned Lacey as the woman whose estate helped establish it.<\/p>\n
Nothing about Jeremy.<\/p>\n
Nothing about me.<\/p>\n
Nothing about the marriage scandal.<\/p>\n
Just a photograph of volunteers and a paragraph about helping cancer patients travel for treatment.<\/p>\n
I read it twice.<\/p>\n
Then closed the browser.<\/p>\n
I felt no need to correct the record.<\/p>\n
The record was correct enough.<\/p>\n
Lacey had wanted people not to sit alone.<\/p>\n
Now fewer did.<\/p>\n
That was the part worth publishing.<\/p>\n
Several months after the ashes were scattered, Raymond sent one final package.<\/p>\n
Inside was the digital copy of the photograph I had returned to him and a small handwritten recipe card.<\/p>\n
Peach cobbler.<\/p>\n
Lacey\u2019s handwriting.<\/p>\n
On the back Raymond had written:<\/p>\n
She made this badly. Michael loved it anyway.<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was in the garage.<\/p>\n
I carried the card out.<\/p>\n
\u201cRaymond sent this.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy read it.<\/p>\n
His face softened.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe always used too much cinnamon.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo the recipe is bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShould we throw it away?\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at me, unsure whether I was joking.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe can make it.\u201d<\/p>\n
His expression changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cReally?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s cobbler.\u201d<\/p>\n
That evening, we made Lacey\u2019s terrible peach cobbler.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was right.<\/p>\n
Too much cinnamon.<\/p>\n
I ate two servings.<\/p>\n
The world did not collapse because something connected to her entered my kitchen.<\/p>\n
That was when I knew another kind of healing had happened.<\/p>\n
Memory no longer competed with me.<\/p>\n
A dead woman\u2019s recipe was not a threat to my marriage.<\/p>\n
It was flour, peaches, sugar, cinnamon, and history.<\/p>\n
We washed the pan together.<\/p>\n
Jeremy dried.<\/p>\n
I put it away.<\/p>\n
No ceremony.<\/p>\n
The next challenge came from a place I did not expect.<\/p>\n
Sophie.<\/p>\n
She was nine by then.<\/p>\n
Old enough to understand that adults had kept information from her.<\/p>\n
Not old enough to understand all of it.<\/p>\n
Karen called one Sunday.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe found Amanda\u2019s letter.\u201d<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhich one?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe copy about Second Room.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she read it?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does she know?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat her mother loaned Lacey money.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s manageable.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe wants to know who Lacey was.\u201d<\/p>\n
I sat.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did you tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat Lacey was someone connected to our family who was sick and wanted to help other patients.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe asked why her mother trusted Lacey.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was harder.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat do you want to tell her?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThe truth she can carry.\u201d<\/p>\n
Good answer.<\/p>\n
\u201cThen start there.\u201d<\/p>\n
Karen sighed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI keep thinking about how everyone decided what you could carry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't want to repeat that with Sophie.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou also don't hand a nine-year-old twenty-two years of adult betrayal because secrecy scares you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cPrivacy and lying are not the same.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell her Amanda knew Lacey through family connections. Tell her Amanda believed in the project. Tell her the money came back to Sophie because Amanda planned carefully.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd Mark?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDoes she ask?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot yet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen don't manufacture a confession she hasn't requested.\u201d<\/p>\n
Karen was quiet.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019ve changed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo have you.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI liked you bossier.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo, you didn't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
We laughed.<\/p>\n
Sophie came over the following weekend.<\/p>\n
She sat at my kitchen table eating cereal directly from the box.<\/p>\n
\u201cAunt Jill?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know Lacey?\u201d<\/p>\n
There it was.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she nice?\u201d<\/p>\n
I thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s weird.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost people are nice sometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma says she helped sick people.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe helped start something that does.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWas she sick too?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she die from cancer?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie considered that.<\/p>\n
\u201cMom gave her money?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour mom loaned money to a project Lacey wanted to build.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause your mom thought helping people mattered.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie looked toward the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Mom know she would die?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
That answer hurt.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you know my mom?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she like you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think so.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe picked you for money.\u201d<\/p>\n
I almost laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cShe picked me as a backup person to make sure money was handled properly.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause you\u2019re bossy.\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared.<\/p>\n
\u201cWho told you that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGrandma.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYour grandmother is no longer welcome here.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie giggled.<\/p>\n
Then she became serious.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy does everybody get sad when they talk about Lacey?\u201d<\/p>\n
Children ask the second question naturally.<\/p>\n
I chose carefully.<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause she was part of some difficult things that happened in our family.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBad things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid she do them?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSome.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid Grandpa Jeremy?\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
I looked toward the hallway.<\/p>\n
Jeremy was not home.<\/p>\n
Good.<\/p>\n
This answer needed to be mine.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Sophie stared at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cIs he bad?\u201d<\/p>\n
The same question she had asked about Mark.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why did he do bad things?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause people can make selfish, frightened, dishonest choices without being only one thing forever.\u201d<\/p>\n
She frowned.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat\u2019s complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI don't like complicated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNeither do adults.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen why do you make everything complicated?\u201d<\/p>\n
I laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cExcellent question.\u201d<\/p>\n
She returned to the cereal.<\/p>\n
The conversation ended because children often know when they have enough.<\/p>\n
That evening, I told Jeremy exactly what she had asked.<\/p>\n
He listened.<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you tell her what I did?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot details.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe\u2019s nine.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you think she should know someday?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIf she asks when she can understand.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked uncomfortable.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou don't want her thinking I\u2019m better than I am.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBut I also don't want her carrying adult shame that isn't hers.\u201d<\/p>\n
He nodded.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat sounds right.\u201d<\/p>\n
Then he said, \u201cI\u2019m embarrassed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
He smiled sadly.<\/p>\n
\u201cStill your favorite response.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEmbarrassment isn't fatal.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSecrecy can be worse.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
Another year passed.<\/p>\n
Then something happened that would once have terrified me.<\/p>\n
Jeremy forgot to tell me something.<\/p>\n
Not an affair.<\/p>\n
Not money.<\/p>\n
Not a hidden property.<\/p>\n
A phone call.<\/p>\n
David had called him.<\/p>\n
They spoke for fifteen minutes.<\/p>\n
Jeremy remembered three days later while we were driving to the grocery store.<\/p>\n
His face changed.<\/p>\n
\u201cI forgot something.\u201d<\/p>\n
My body reacted before my mind.<\/p>\n
Cold chest.<\/p>\n
Tight stomach.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDavid called Tuesday.\u201d<\/p>\n
The word Tuesday did not help.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat did he want?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cHis mother died.\u201d<\/p>\n
I breathed.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou talked?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cFor how long?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe fifteen minutes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd you forgot to tell me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
My first impulse was old.<\/p>\n
What else?<\/p>\n
Why?<\/p>\n
Show me the phone.<\/p>\n
Instead I asked, \u201cDid you intentionally keep it from me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDid you think at the time you should tell me?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn't you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe were dealing with the water heater when I got home. Then I forgot.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was plausible.<\/p>\n
I hated plausible.<\/p>\n
Trust always requires accepting some things without proof.<\/p>\n
Jeremy pulled into the grocery parking lot.<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you want my phone?\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
He seemed surprised.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you sure?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI can show you the call.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI believe you.\u201d<\/p>\n
His eyes filled.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon't make this emotional.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSorry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019m still irritated.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI know.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTell me next time.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI will.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNot because David is forbidden.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause we agreed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
We bought groceries.<\/p>\n
That was it.<\/p>\n
Three years earlier, one forgotten call would have become a trial.<\/p>\n
Now it became a conversation.<\/p>\n
Trust was not never being triggered.<\/p>\n
It was having somewhere healthier to go after the trigger.<\/p>\n
Our twenty-fifth anniversary approached.<\/p>\n
This time Jeremy asked directly.<\/p>\n
\u201cParty?\u201d<\/p>\n
I stared at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou remember what we said about vow renewals.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo vows.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cJust party.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cBecause twenty-five years is ridiculous.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat is true.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd I want cake.\u201d<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat has always been your strongest argument.\u201d<\/p>\n
We invited Karen.<\/p>\n
Sophie.<\/p>\n
A few friends who knew enough but not every detail.<\/p>\n
Mark was not invited.<\/p>\n
David was not invited.<\/p>\n
Not as punishment.<\/p>\n
They simply were no longer part of our daily life.<\/p>\n
The party happened in our backyard.<\/p>\n
No speeches until Karen ignored instructions.<\/p>\n
She lifted a glass.<\/p>\n
\u201cJill told me not to give a speech.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSit down.\u201d<\/p>\n
Everyone laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo I\u2019ll be brief.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou won't.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five years is a long time.\u201d<\/p>\n
Jeremy squeezed my hand.<\/p>\n
Karen continued.<\/p>\n
\u201cI used to think successful marriages were the ones where people stayed.\u201d<\/p>\n
My chest tightened.<\/p>\n
\u201cNow I think staying is only meaningful when it remains a choice.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked at me.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd these two are here because today they still choose it.\u201d<\/p>\n
That was enough.<\/p>\n
She sat.<\/p>\n
No mythology.<\/p>\n
No claim that love conquers everything.<\/p>\n
Today.<\/p>\n
Choice.<\/p>\n
Jeremy leaned toward me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYour sister stole our entire therapy budget in two sentences.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cShe has always been efficient.\u201d<\/p>\n
We cut the cake.<\/p>\n
Later, after everyone left, we sat on the porch where I had once put my ring back on.<\/p>\n
Jeremy loosened his collar.<\/p>\n
\u201cGood party.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood cake.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMost important part.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked toward the yard.<\/p>\n
\u201cTwenty-five.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cDo you regret staying?\u201d<\/p>\n
The question no longer frightened me.<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He turned.<\/p>\n
I smiled.<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do you.\u201d<\/p>\n
He laughed.<\/p>\n
\u201cFair.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cRegret isn't always a verdict.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNo.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSometimes I imagine the life I would have had if I left.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSo do I.\u201d<\/p>\n
I looked at him.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou imagine that?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat does it look like?\u201d<\/p>\n
He thought.<\/p>\n
\u201cLonely at first.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cObviously.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThen maybe not.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGood.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think I would have learned to live.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou would.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cThat used to scare me.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cKnowing we could both survive without this.\u201d<\/p>\n
I understood.<\/p>\n
\u201cAnd now?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt makes staying feel more real.\u201d<\/p>\n
I took his hand.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes.\u201d<\/p>\n
He looked at our joined fingers.<\/p>\n
Neither of us needed the other to survive.<\/p>\n
That was not a failure of love.<\/p>\n
It was what made choosing each other mean something.<\/p>\n
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