“You’ve promised me everything.” Her hands tremble. “And yet, I still can’t … I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know how I’m supposed to trust that you won’t break your promises. I don’t know how I’m supposed to believe that you won’t leave the moment I close my eyes tonight, or that you won’t create the stone, or that we can be happy. That I can be happy. How can I know?”
