squeezed his hand.
I thought about it.
Publicidad
“She’s smarter.”
Jeffrey
laughed.
“So that’s a no?”
“It means she knows we don’t need 40 more years to prove what we already know.”
Then he slipped the ring onto my finger.
It fit.
I looked at him.
He leaned his head against mine.
“So that’s a no?”
For most of my life, I thought our story had ended in 1986.
It hadn’t.
Publicidad
We’d simply stopped writing it.
Now we call each other every morning. Peter comes by often. Anna has already started calling me Aunt Ruth, even though I told her she doesn’t have to.
I thought our story had ended in 1986.
Jeffrey and I won’t get back the years we lost. I’ve accepted that.
But I also won’t waste the time we have by grieving for time we can’t change.
For years, I thought meeting the right person
