What We Keep

You’re always going to be mine, Avery. I’m always going to be yours. I don’t need a piece of paper or a ring to tell me that.” He taps two fingers over his heart. “It’s in here.

It’s not honesty that’s hard for people. It’s what’s at stake after they’re honest.

I will not move on. Ever. This is a hard situation, but I'm not afraid of hard things. It's easy to uphold your vows when things are going well. When the money flows and the sex is good and nobody is making life-altering mistakes. (...) Bonds are forged in fire, and right now, Gabriel, we're in the middle of a fire. And even you can't put it out.

Gabriel was a memory, vivid and tangible, but a memory nonetheless. Not anymore. I keep saying we’re finished, as if it’s synonymous with being done. Our marriage is finished. But are we done?

My home with Sabrina burned, and I don’t know how long it will take for me to think of Gabriel’s home as my own, but it doesn’t matter. Because I have Gabriel. He is my home.