CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN — THE ANSWER

Marilyn didn't answer immediately.

She looked at the ring.

Then at David.

Then she smiled.

“Yes.”

David's eyes filled with tears.

“Yes?”

“Yes.”

He put the ring on her finger.

They hugged beneath the evening sky.

Neither of them knew what the future would bring.

But they had learned something important.

Love wasn't about finding a perfect story.

It was about choosing to continue writing when the story became difficult.