Arthur opens the book, and I’m waiting, but he reads, “Chapter one…” “Wait. Art. I think you skipped a page.” He looks at me. “Did you sneak in a prologue? I thought you were anti-prologue—” He flips back to the dedication page. “To Arthur,” he reads. “My forever husband.” His blue eyes water as everyone gasps. I get down on one knee and pull a ring out of my pocket. “Do you have any edits?”
