“I could lose you, Rabbit. I could lose the stars, and then where would I be?”
“You’ll be with me,” I said. I took her hands and looked into her eyes. “Even if I shatter into a thousand broken skies, I will be yours. But I have a chance to be whole. I have a chance to be free. If I go back. Trust me, Bryony. Trust that I know what I’m doing. I have all along, even if I didn’t remember. Come with me.”
“Always,” she whispered. “Always.”
In the distance, the sun broke over the horizon.