Her smile grows wider, and I realize I don’t think I actually knew what true happiness was until I saw it in her smile. She lifts up slightly to kiss my nose, and then I kiss hers, and she scrunches it up and giggles and my heart is so full I’m scared it’ll explode. “You know, sometimes, I would think you were made for me, Wendy Marin.” I take her hand in mine, lifting it up to kiss the backs of her knuckles. “But now? Now I’m fucking sure of it.”
