lips. “I don’t know that there’s a prescribed length of time it takes, Bailey. There’s not some magical benchmark or test you need to take to see it. Sometimes I think you just know.” “You just know,” she repeats thoughtfully, worrying her bottom teeth between her lips. I kiss her stomach again. “My pain disappears when I’m with you. I get to be a new version of myself when I’m with you. I sleep. I laugh. I have something—someone—to look forward to at the end of the day. I feel . . .” I peer back up at her again, swallowing as I run my hands up the column of her spine. “I feel whole again with
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