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366 pages, Paperback
First published August 17, 2021



“Why? You don’t find this attractive?” I swipe down the length of me, lingering on the frayed edges, which in truth felt like every inch of me. I detest mustard. “Ketchup more to your liking?”
“What?” he says on a barked laugh, his brows furrowing in wary confusion…or perhaps fear. “Ketchup? Do you like ketchup?”
“To answer your earlier question, I do like ketchup.” Thought so. I’m searching for a reply that doesn’t make me sound pitiful, when he adds, “But mustard is my condiment of choice.” He winks.

“There are lots of beautiful places in Nebraska.”
“Hate to break it to you, love, but there’s nary a tree in sight except here. It’s just…open fields and cornstalks.”
“Nary?” I giggle. “Did you seriously use nary in a sentence?”
“My vocabulary is quite extensive.” He shrugs like he can’t help his innate intelligence. It’s so endearing.
“We have more than cornstalks and open fields, you know. The Henry Doorly Zoo is regularly named as one of the best zoos in the United States.”
“Really? Well, I feel like I might need to be the judge of that. I am an animal connoisseur after all.”
“Wow, a mustard whisperer, a walking lexicon, and an animal connoisseur? You are a multifaceted, impressive human being, Roth Keswick.”
“I am.” He blows on his knuckles and pretends to shine them on his chicken shirt.
“I don’t know how to do this, Laurel,” I quietly confess. “To be without you. It almost paralyzes me some days, the thought.”
“Newlyweds?” Tim asks us, taking a left out of the parking lot. We look at each other, both smiling. She replies, “No,” at the same time I say, “Yes.”
“What?” I ask when she scrunches up her face. “I am more in love with you every morning than I was the night before, so I’d say that qualifies for newlywed status.”
She rolls her eyes, but that happiness she’s still wearing is a dead giveaway. “You’re so weird.”
“It’s going to be okay.”
“It’s not,” I answer, not mincing words for once. “Not without you.”

How do you accept that your road has hit an unexpected dead end with a fatal drop on either side? That your best friend will be left to deal with life without you? That your dreams stop here before all of them were fulfilled?
Did you do enough?
Give enough?
Live enough?
Love enough?
Laugh enough?
Dare enough?
Dance enough?
Play enough?
Pray enough?
Sing enough?
Learn enough?
Try enough?
Forgive enough?
Were you enough?
“I’m not telling you to find someone else, though it would be okay with me if you did.”
“I won’t,” I tell her almost angrily. I think of Pat’s story about his dead wife and how seemingly happy he is now with his new one. But I am not Pat. I won’t go on to remarry and have four kids. Won’t happen.
“If you say so.” She runs two fingers over the length of my jaw, trying to calm me.
“I do say so.” And I mean it, dammit. I clamp my teeth so tightly together my jaw aches. No one could ever compare to her. How does she not understand that? And even if I did “find someone else,” which won’t happen, I would never be able to give that person 100 percent of me, because Laurel will take half of me with her. No woman would settle for that. No woman should.

The love we have lights the darkest of spaces. It will do so for eternity, regardless of if I am here or somewhere else. When I take my last breath, know I will never be far away. I will come back to you some way, somehow, in the most unexpected of ways. We will see each other again; of that I am certain. How can we not?
Our love transcends even the cruelty of time.
The love we have lights the darkest of spaces.








