“Mm?”
“You okay?”
“Yeah.”
A pause.
“Tess.”
“What?”
“Did you ever think,” I say roughly, “on the porch step, that this was where it was going?”
She tucks her head under my chin.“I had a very small suspicion.”
“How small?”
“Tupperware-sized.”
“Mm.”
“Did you?”
“No,”I say honestly.“No, I did not.”
“And now?”
Itightenmy arm around her.“I’m exactly where I was going.”
She sighs contentedly.
“I love you, Tess.”
“I love you, Sullivan.”
I’m home.
