“I made you spend sixty two thousand dollars on a —” “Diane.” He said it gently but clearly. “That’s not what matters right now.” She looked up at him. Really looked, without the distance she usually kept between herself and everyone who got too close. “Why did you come? After everything.” Ray considered it the way it deserved.
“Because you’re mine,” he said. “Not because of paperwork or promises. Just because you are. You have been since you were thirteen years old whether you wanted to be or not.” The tears came then. The real kind, the kind that doesn’t ask permission. Ray moved to the couch and sat beside her and let her cry.