Neither of us wanted to face reality—like a reader savoring the final pages of a story, unwilling to let it end. Only the best fantasies make us want to live in them forever, and Ranger… he was the very best. But when I stood at their dining table to defend him, I couldn’t hide in that fiction any longer. There was no reason for me to be here… except to be with him. And that wasn’t part of the plan.
