Chapter 99

• I was sitting on the bed, still processing Michele's words. He wanted to marry me again. It was such a surprising revelation that I could barely articulate a coherent response. He said he wanted to start over, and the idea of a new marriage seemed enticing. I stared at him, wordless, trying to take it all in.
• “But you said we were already married,” I managed to finally say, my voice tinged with disbelief.
• Michele looked me in the eyes, his expression calm and determined.