“I want to summer in the Alps with you,” Isis said, suddenly wistful. Her eyes softened like chocolate. “I want to wake up beside you in Paris. I want to hunt with you in Argentina and watch the moonrise with you over the Pyramids. You’ve spent so long searching for me, my love, and you’ve sacrificed so much. You don’t have to live this pantomime of professorship anymore. You can be who you were always meant to be, with me.”
