Page 162 of Gilded Rose
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She tilts her head, considering. “This room.”
“Getting warmer.”
“The future?” Her voice drops. “Whatever’s left of it.”
“Yeah. That’s ours.”
“No matter what happens.”
“No matter what.” I trace the line of her jaw.
And for the first time in longer than I can remember, I’m not planning for disaster. Not calculating odds or preparing for worst-case scenarios.
I’m just living.
With her.
My wife.
Forever.
