Happy Place

by Emily Henry

“Oh, no, it wasn’t a medical procedure,” I say. “It was an Etsy spell.”

The point is, some people live the bulk of their lives in their minds (me), and some are highly physical beings (Wyn).

I knew the only thing more painful than being without him would be being together knowing I no longer truly had him.

“I think I need to pee,” I tell Parth, hauling myself from the pool. “Or drink water. One of those.” “If you can’t tell the difference between those, Harry,” Parth calls after me, “I think you need to see a doctor!” “Parth,” I say, pausing in the doorway. “I am a doctor.” “Seems like a conflict of interest.” He flips backward, away from the wall, and strokes toward Kimmy.

Sabrina narrows her eyes. “What am I looking at, and why do I feel like I had a nightmare about it last night?”

“No,” he says quietly. “In every universe, it’s you for me. Even if it’s not me for you.”

You’re already home, I think. I wonder if I ever will be.

“It’ll get easier,” he promises hoarsely, his hand brushing my hair behind my ear. “Someday you’ll hardly remember this.”

And I say, What about you? Don’t you want to be happy? and she looks so baffled, like the thought had never occurred to her.