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259 pages, Kindle Edition
First published October 11, 2019







["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>["br"]>“You’re everything to me,” he said quietly. “None of this means anything, if you’re not with me.”

Pride swelled my heart. At times I might cure my husband’s stubbornness, but he’d never let the world make him into something he was not. I’d tried so hard to fit in, to become whatever it was I thought those around me needed, as if love was a thing to be earned rather than given. But his life had been one of quiet defiance, of a refusal to compromise who he was at the center of his being. I loved him, so intensely it seemed it must be written on my skin for the world to see.
He was the center of my world and always would be. “I want to grow old with you,” I whispered, and my throat tightened with emotions. “I want to see what you’ll look like with silver hair and laugh lines around your eyes. I want to hobble down the street together when we’re eighty, or sit on the lawn and watch you tend our garden. I want to wake up in your arms for every single day of the next fifty years, until I take my last breath.”

Griffin didn’t have to be whole and healed of all pain before I loved him. Christine could barge into my office, and swear to make a sailor blush, and be disowned by her parents, but she meant more to me than except for Griffin. Heavens knew, Persephone and I had enough flaws between us to fill a novel. But we were loved, deeply, even when it was something hard to understand why.
"To everyone whom Widdershins has collected on this journey:
You are seen.
You are important.
You are loved.
Welcome home."
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