“You never came with things.” She stilled. She hadn’t come with things. Not with a trousseau, or a maid, or anything, really. None of those things mattered when she married him. But he’d been too angry to notice. “I was different.” She hoped he’d let the answer stand without reply. He didn’t. “Because you came for me.” Every time. She could have lied, but she didn’t wish to. She didn’t want to be someone she was not ever again. “Yes.” He nodded and crossed over the threshold, closing the door behind him. Only then did Sera say the rest. “I came for you. Just as I left for you.” She smoothed
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