“You remember how we began? Us.” Us… The memory strikes me powerfully, and tears suddenly begin to brim. We were on my parent’s yacht. This yacht. This room. Almost four years ago. We were both twenty and broken and struggling to find a semblance of peace. And then he uttered the words that changed everything. Let me try to be enough for you. “You remember,” Lo breathes, his thumb brushing a stray tear. “It was here.” My voice is a whisper.
