And because once, when she’d asked him to come back, he finally had.

After the ceremony, June slipped her arm through his as they walked toward the daylight.

“There’s soup at the house,” she said.

“May says you’re on dish duty.” “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Ahead of them, Sophie turned and waved. Vincent waved back.

For a man who had once owned almost everything he wanted, the invitation to wash dishes in a little blue house felt like the richest offer of his life.