“I’m glad you didn’t. How else was I supposed to fight my insurance company into covering what the flood damaged if I had no memory of it?” Jose shook his head. “So, they didn’t die?”
“They did.” I looked down, hating that lives were lost at all. “He survived.”
“I can’t imagine how,” Jose said. “I saw the tsunami from my window. I can’t . . . it was un-survivable.”
“Yet here we are.” I looked at him again.
“And Dolos will just become another fable, like Atlantis, like Port Royal would be, had it not been for all of the witness accounts.”
“People loves fables.”
“And other lies.” Jose’s lips twisted. He thought about that for a long moment. When he looked at me again, he smiled. “I’m glad he’s alive. I’m glad he’s with you again.”
“Thank you. So am I.” I smiled back.
When we stepped into the church with Dee, Jose walked her down the aisle and I stood beside her at the altar. As the priest held Mass, River and I didn’t take our eyes off each other. I felt something deep inside my ribs as they said their vows and smiled knowing that we had our own happily ever after ahead of us.