‘Some day,’ she said quietly. ‘Some day you’ll realize that we were the perfect match, you and I. That in all of your days and places, I was the only one who truly understood you and loved you despite it.’ I gaped at her. In all our years together, she’d never said the word ‘love’ to me. She slid her fingers under my chin and closed my mouth for me. ‘We should have breakfast together more often,’ she suggested.
