“Good.”
She glanced toward the city.
“Because I have another favor to ask.”
I laughed.
“Of course you do.”
“Take me somewhere quiet.”
I opened the passenger door for her.
“Anywhere you want.”
And this time, I knew exactly what she meant.
We weren’t running away from heartbreak.
We weren’t hiding from the past.
We weren’t asking anyone for permission to be happy.
