“You cannot possibly expect me to do this the ordinary way.

I spent five years trusting the wrong man, Marcus Vance, and two years learning what it feels like to lean on the right one.

Marry me.” It took him a few seconds to find his voice, and then he found it, and it was yes.

The next morning, they knocked Vault 7 to rubble.

For a long time, I believed the defining sound of my whole life would be the heavy slam of that freezer door sealing me in the dark.

It is not.