Maya's POV
He held my hand like he did everything.
Without making a thing of it. Just held on with the same quiet certainty he brought to everything else and I stood in his kitchen with my fingers laced through his and thought about the word okay and what I'd meant by it.
All of it.
I'd meant all of it.
The house and the mornings and Aria's thinking room and my mother's Tuesday dinners and whatever came after that. The real version. The full version. The one I'd been standing at the edge of for weeks telling myself I was still deciding.
I'd decided.
I'd decided somewhere between the window seat and the garden bed he'd saved, and I was done pretending I was still on the fence.
Aria appeared at the back door with dirt on her knees.
"There's definitely a garden," she announced.
"I k
