But as I leave his office, I flash back to last night in Vegas.
After we exchanged vows, Macey smiled at me in the back of the taxicab. “You know I love being with you. You’re the best part of my life, Logan.”
“You’re the same for me, Mace,” I said as she rested her head on my shoulder.
“And yet we date other people,” she said in a tone that almost sounded sad.
“True. But we always circle back to this.” I touched her cheek.
“Because we’re happy together.” She snuggled into my side. “Just you and me.”
I kissed her head. “Just you and me.”
In that surreal moment in a Las Vegas taxicab, despite our broken families and all the pain we’ve witnessed, a piece of Macey and me was whole. For one night, we were just an ordinary couple who wanted to be together.
