“You look… happy.” She nodded as she said it, as though her body needed to emphasise that word and not just her voice. I took her hand and Horwich’s. “I am.” Gods, my eyes burned. Because I truly was. Happiness wasn’t something I’d expected—not since I’d grown into a woman and discovered the reality that came with that. It wasn’t something I’d dared hope for. And yet, somehow, I’d stumbled into it. No. That wasn’t right. There had been some stumbling, true, but also, I’d grown my happiness, nurtured it along with myself.
