HIS PAST: HIS BRIDE
The tension between them is subtle, but it’s there.
“I’m being realistic,” Elizabeth counters. “There’s a difference.”
“Or maybe,” he says, taking a sip of his drink, “you’re focusing too much on what you’ve lost instead of what you still have.”
That seems to hit something, because Elizabeth goes quiet for a moment, the woman with the baby quickly steps in. “Okay, okay let’s not turn this into a debate.”
“No, it’s fine,” Elizabeth says, waving her off, though her tone has cooled. “He’s entitled to his optimism.”
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