“We’ve got all the time in the world.”
He grinned and turned back to his castle, and I stood in the doorway of our own home with the summer coming in through the open window — honeysuckle, cut grass, the ordinary evening.
There were no footsteps behind us anymore.
No shadows waiting.
No lie left to unravel.
We were safe.
We were free.
And we were home.
THE END.