“I would have found you,” he says, “even if it took a thousand lifetimes, I would have found you, Torey.” And he did. He found me when I was lost in Vancouver, a ghost haunting my own life. He saw me; he wanted to pull me out of there. He found me here in Tampa, and he found me again in the water, pulling me from the wreckage. We found and find each other time and again. He leans in. His kiss holds the quiet peace and infinite patience of the ocean. He is the beginning and end of every timeline.
