Theirs. There’s something so cathartic about the moment that a sob bubbles up my throat and tears spring into my eyes, pooling before they run down my temples. Tristan stops moving, brows drawn together in concern, brushing his thumb over my cheek. “Alice—” “I’m okay,” I say shakily but quickly. “Then…what—” “I’m just so happy to…I mean I…I feel…I’m feeling happy for the first time in so long.”
