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Families walking downtown. The place I spent years seeing as a tourist attraction. A story. Now it feels like home.

"I’m not sure what everything looks like yet."

He nods. Fair.

"But?"

I smile.

"But I know where I want to figure it out."

His shoulders relax.

"Here?"

"Here."

A small smile appears.

"Good."

I tilt my head.

"That's all?"

"What else should I say?"

"I don't know."

He steps closer.

"How about this?"

I wait.

"I'm done losing you."

The words hit somewhere deep. Because I understand. We have both spent years losing things. Time. Answers. Each other. I reach for him. Not because I need reassurance. Because I choose him.

When we pull apart, Sayer is in the doorway.

"I have a question."

I look over.

"Should I be worried?"

"Probably."

Rhett crosses his arms.

"What?"

Sayer points toward the living room.

"The Halloween decorations."

I blink.