![]() ![]() Sam was putting glasses away in the cupboards, and when I said it, he laughed at me. “What the hell is this?” I’d asked him as I was plugging in the toaster. When Sam and I moved in together, he had this small little porcelain container that he put on the counter and when I opened it up, it looked like an upside-down cup of butter sitting in a puddle of water. “Jesse-” “ It’s going to be OK, OK?” he says. I try to believe that things are as simple as he is telling me they are. I try to feel better the way he wants me to. “And I’m Jesse.” I look at him, half smiling. “ You’re Emma,” he says as if that’s the key to all of this, as if the problem is that I don’t know who I am. “I don’t know.” “I know.” Jesse leans forward and wipes away the tears that have fallen down my neck. ![]() ![]() The way it should be.” I shake my head and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. Everything can be the way it’s supposed to be. “ You’re the woman I’ve spent my entire life loving. When you were declared dead, it… I mean, I don’t even know if we’re still married.” “I don’t care about a piece of paper,” he says. You’re my wife.” “I don’t even think that’s true. “Everything about this is so…” “It doesn’t have to be,” he says. “This is really hard,” I say when I catch my breath. Myself, I’m laughing and soon he is, too. ![]()
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