She nods knowingly. “I see. Did he panic too?” “Nope. He’s pretty steadfast in his feelings.” “And you still love him?” With a nod, I’m finally ready to say it out loud. “Very much so, yes.” “But you’re scared?” I nod again. “Very much so, yes.” “Then, there’s only one more question,” she says, and I look up and wait for her to ask it. “Do you love him more than you’re scared?” Closing my eyes, I smile. “I think so.” “Then, it looks like you have a new epilogue to write.”
