Val’s pretty brown eyes are staring right at it, but I’m not sure she sees it. Not sure if she realizes now that this is my vehicle. Just like the one in Vegas. Just like the driver in Vegas. Just like the witnesses at our wedding. I’ve been building this world out of smoke and mirrors. Carefully. Meticulously. All for this. For what just happened. Because I had to. Because I need this. And I won’t apologize for it.
