"Yeah. So, that's something that we both have to work on," he says, his voice quieter now, more grounded than it had been before. It was as though all the weight of everything we had been through simply sat between us in that moment and hung in the air. And he looked at me with that softness that I had not seen since before the argument.

"Exactly," I say, nodding slowly in agreement, my voice matching the tone of his. It was as though at last we were both in the same book. And then, ...