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Mr. Monroe pulls in his lips. “Like those singing grams? Those were from you, weren’t they?”

I cringe. “Yes, sir.”

He doesn’t respond. Then suddenly, his shoulders begin to shake. I stare, stunned to see silent laughter overcoming him.

After a moment, I smile, too. We’ve never experienced this sort of interaction before, but the stress of the evening has affected us both.

Eventually, he settles with a deep sigh. “I deserved them.” He watches Juliet again. “But I think it’s time we set aside these grievances. You don’t owe me any forgiveness, but for what it’s worth, I’m sorry.”

Never in a million years did I think I would hear those words coming from this man. It certainly wasn’t because of anything I did. This was all Juliet. Sunshine has the power to change even the darkest of days.

“Thank you, sir. I’m sorry for what I’ve done, too.”

Silence fills the air between us, then the mayor nods. “She told me to go find you downstairs. She knew you’d be waiting for her.”

My heart overflows, spilling forth with love for the woman.

“I didn’t think you’d be there, though.” He peers over at me. “Why did you wait for her?”

My heart trips. “Because, sir...she’s done enough waiting for me.”

Juliet

Tears prick behind my eyelids, but I remain focused on my relaxed breathing.

I’ve always been a pretty good fake sleeper. I’m sure however I look right now is indicative of looking like death, so that’s helpful, too.

What little real sleep I’ve received isn’t enough. I can’t even lift my arms, but Dad and Archer’s voices are like a balm to my weary soul.

I feel slightly guilty for listening in on their conversation, but I can’t help it. Hearing them speak like civil adults, coming to terms with their lives now mingled forever, is something I never thought I’d experience.

Even still, as their words fade, I know it’s time to stir.

Dad walks forward first, reaching out to take my hand. “Did we wake you?”

I shake my head, though it’s a lie. “I can’t really sleep well with a needle in my arm.”

I glance at Archer, his eyes warm in the low light.

“How are you feeling?” he asks softly.

The look of concern on his features fills me. “I’ve been better. Leave it to me to get sent to the hospital for the most ridiculous thing ever.”

Archer stifles a laugh.

“I keep telling her she doesn’t drink enough water,” Dad says.

I roll my eyes, and Archer softly tuts his tongue at me in feigned disappointment.

Our looks linger on each other, so Dad clears his throat. “I’m going to check with the nurse to see when you can be released.”

His eyes fill with uncertainty before he finally walks away, closing the door behind him.

The second we’re alone, Archer kneels beside me and takes my free hand in both of his. Bringing it to his lips, he kisses the back of it.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers against my skin. “I’m sorry for bringing this on you.”

I shake my head. “It wasn’t you. I’ve been off all day with stress and no food or water. I’m sorry I ruined the event.”