The first week of married life is blissfully normal.
We return to Boston on a Monday. I move the last of my things from my apartment to Marcus's penthouse—our penthouse now.
"This is officially ours," Marcus says, watching me arrange books on shelves. "How does it feel?"
"Like home. Finally, completely like home."
"You could have felt that way before marriage."
"I know. But something about the legal commitment makes it different. More permanent."
Lily helps me pack up the apartment I've been keeping as an office and retreat.
"End of an era," she says, looking around the empty space. "This was your independence palace."
"I don't need it anymore. I have independence and Marcus. Both can coexist."
"Look at you, all evolved and healthy."
"Therapy works. Who knew?"
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