Page 75 of Mistaken

Her fingers stole into his, and she breathed in, glad that he felt so strong, so reassuring.

If he was sure of this perfect future, then she would allow herself to be certain as well.

One question remained, though.

What about us?

This time, that inner visualization was more of a flash that came all at once, rather than something that felt like a movie she was watching. She saw Abdul at the piano as she sang…she saw the two of them laughing in the kitchen as they prepared a meal…she saw them riding into the mountains, accompanied by a pair of friendly dogs that looked like they might be border collie mixes…

…and she saw herself standing in front of the window in this very room, an infant cradled in her arms, as Abdul bent to press his lips against the top of her head. The entire space seemed to float in warm light, surrounding them, and she could practically feel the contentment of their future selves wrapping itself around her, letting her know that all would be well.

“I love you,” she said simply. The words needed to be said aloud, she thought, and that was why she had spoken that way rather than thinking them to him.

“I love you, Sarah Wolfe,” he said.

“And love will heal the world.”

The End