I couldn’t go back and erase my signature from that contract with Zola. But I could cast my lot alongside Saint’s and know that there was something true in it. Because there was. The hum in the air that hovered around us. The calm that settled in my blood when he touched me. The feeling that we were only the beginning of a story that would be told long after we were gone. They were things I could take with me. A year was nothing if it let me come back to this.
