pointed. “That’s gorgeous.”
Michael nodded gravely. “We look fantastic.”
“You look ridiculous,” I said.
“That can also be fantastic.”
We laughed. I kept looking at the image. For months I’d remembered that moment through Daniel’s eyes: a mysterious rival, a jealous husband letting go of Rachel’s hand, a confrontation, the hotel bill, Rachel’s humiliation, and Daniel’s belated remorse. But the picture wasn’t about any of that. It was about a woman laughing freely, neither abandoned nor waiting, someone who had already begun to come back to herself.
Michael nudged me. “
