As my wife.”

Cosima looked at the ring, and then up at the man who had knelt on a bedroom floor on the worst night of her life and refused to look away.

And a smile broke across her face — a real one, unguarded, the first fully true smile she had allowed herself in more than ten years.

“Yes,” she said, and stepped into his arms.

“Yes.”

It was, she thought as he held her, a strange and perfect symmetry.