“Immediately.”
He rolled his eyes.
“You’ve become intense.”
“You pretended to be paralyzed for thirteen years.”
“Fair.”
Nadia was a physical therapist.
The irony was ridiculous.
At their wedding, Tobias stood beside me before the ceremony.
He looked nervous.
“You okay?”
I asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
“Why good?”
“Means you’re human.”
He smiled.
Then he said, “I thought I would die before I ever had this.”
“What?”
“A normal day.”
I looked around.
Flowers.
Music.
People laughing.
Nothing exploding.
No conspiracies.
No secrets.
Just a wedding.
“You deserve boring.”
He laughed.
“So do you.”
I was not sure.
Then I realized I did.
I had spent so much of my life believing survival made chaos normal.
It did not.
