"That's why I come up here when things get too loud back home," Locke says, scanning the wide horizon where the gray water meets the pale winter sky. "When the club gets heavy... when the noise and the business don't stop. This place cleans out the rust in your head."
"I'm really glad you brought me here with you. It means everything to me that you wanted to share this place – and Evelyn – with me."
He stops walking right near a huge, ice-crusted rock, turning to face me completely. The crisp ocean wind rustles Locke's hair as he reaches down, framing both sides of my face with his gloved hands, his thumbs gently smoothing over my cold cheeks.
"You're my home now, Zara," he says, "Maine is nice, but anywhere you are... that's where I belong. You, and this baby."
My heart swells so full
