“Never. I promise. Never.” And I mean it.
“Good. Because you belong to me, Annabelle. And I’m never going to let you forget that.”
“Yes, sir.”
His eyes communicate everything else he wants to say. Such love… maybe I was stupid to leave him in the first place. But I’ll bet he’d only tell me that it had to happen so I could put all the spooks to rest. He’s always right.
He puts his arm around me and my head drops to his shoulder. All the warmth and affection I’ve missed from him comes flooding back into my empty body and I sigh relieved. He kisses my forehead and I melt deeper into his arms.
There’s a fall wind blowing in from the nearby window. The season has changed now and so have I. I breathe deep, snuggling in close, knowing everything’s okay.
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