My Husband's a Liar (And I Can Hear It)
I hope you have a happy life, Alice.
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One year later, I lay on a lounge chair by the sea, basking in the sunlight. The zombies were completely eradicated, and humanity no longer had to hide. We had lost a lot, but humanity had never lacked the courage to rise again.
In the distance, I saw my husband, Daniel Stacker, waving to me. He held up a lobster in one hand and asked, "Honey, do you want this steamed or grilled?"
I sat up and stretched lazily. I walked toward him, and we shared a soft, tender kiss.