How You Get the Girl?’” I read off the paper, my bow furrowing. That one I don’t quite get, can’t pin it into a part of our story. “For better or for worse. Forever and ever.” I look back up at him, and he’s digging in his pocket. I’m actually scared of what he might pull out this time, how it will either tear me apart or . . . “Let me put you back together, Zoe. The old version, the good version.” My heart stops.
