“This,” I say, my voice rich with unexpected emotion, “is the wine that I was given by my med school mentor when I graduated.” I pour our glasses and walk over to her, passing her the wine. “He told me to open it when I met the love of my life.” Her eyes widen with surprise as she shifts her gaze from the glass to me. Holding her gaze, I raise my glass. “I love you, Cass, with everything I have, I love you. I didn’t realize just how much I loved you until you were standing on that doorstep today.”
