“I love you.” I kept my breathing steady so Sofiya would think I was asleep, but my chest felt like it was about to burst. She loved me. Loved me. Everything was the same as it had been a few minutes ago, and yet nothing was the same. The universe had shifted and I had been transformed. I was a man loved by Sofiya Rossi. Somehow, against all odds, against my own fucking idiocy and stubbornness, I had won the love of my precious wife.
