“I love you, Zoe. I fucking love you.” I don’t know why I waited this long to tell her. It feels so good to say it. It’s what I meant when I told her I’d set her free from Rocco. I meant that I’d do anything for her. The real, actual words are more powerful. When she says them back to me, it thrills me to my core. It makes me feel invincible, god-like. “I love you, Miles,” she says, looking up into my eyes. “Always you, only you.”
