“This isn’t over, baby,” I tell her and reach over to squeeze her hand. “This is the start of something we had stolen from us. Nobody can take that away from us now.” She smiles at me. “I’ll probably drive you crazy.” “Never.” “I’m kind of a stalker.” “So am I.” At this, she grins. “I guess we have that in common.” “I guess we do,” I agree and wink at her.”
