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“God,” I said. “God’s a con.”
“Home doesn’t have to be a place, Jack.” “Oh yeah? What else can it be?” “Anything you want.”
“I could’ve done this as Amelia Howard again,” I said. “I look pretty in a dress.” I’d enjoyed playing Amelia Howard, Evangeline’s ward. I’d created an entire history for that feisty young woman even though I’d only once pretended to be her, and then just for a couple of hours. There’d been something freeing about stepping into her stylish leather boots and experiencing the world from another point of view.
might not have believed in God, but I believed in the wrath of Ruth.
“I’ve never had alcohol before.” Ruth patted his cheek and then looked at me. “He’s so sweet. I feel like I’m about to corrupt a baby angel.”
“Running from you would be like running from the air in my lungs.” I took his hand and held it to my chest. “Don’t you get it yet? I can’t breathe without you, Wil. You told me once that home doesn’t have to be a place. Well, what if home is a person? Because you feel like home to me.”
“I’ll steal your heart,” he said. “You cannot steal a gift freely given.”
He didn’t need lightning to create life, he didn’t need seven days to build heaven and earth. He only needed a violin, a bow, and one perfect song.
And if you’re right, and our ship is doomed to go down, then we’ll sink together and I’ll play us a lullaby on the ocean floor.
I’m not sorry. We were there in 1909 whether people knew it or not, and while Jack and Wil’s story isn’t true, I’d like to think it could have been.

