I wake up as Vincent's wife.That is a sentence I turn over in my mind at six in the morning in a hotel room in the 7th that is not our apartment but is ours for tonight, and I feel the newness of it... not strange, not overwhelming, just new the way spring is new, the same world reorganized into a slightly better version of itself.Vincent is asleep beside me, properly asleep, the deep still sleep of someone who has been carrying something toward a destination for a long time and has finally put it down. I watch him for a moment the way I watched him in the kitchen that first afternoon after the kidnap, checking the shape of him, and I think about all the versions of this man I have seen across fourteen months and how this sleeping version, unguarded and unhurried, is one of the best.I get up carefully and go to the window.Paris is grey and early and the Eiffel Tower is visible from this window too, smaller than from the apartment, more distant, and I stand in the hotel robe with m
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