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"What about it?"

"They destroyed your front door."

"Can fix it."

"And the living room."

"Fix that too."

She swallows.

"I'm sorry."

I frown.

"For what?"

"All of this."

I cup her face.

"Don't you fucking dare apologize for what those bastards did."

Her eyes fill again.

"Vex."

"House is wood and nails, darlin'. Can replace every damn piece."

"And me?"

I look straight into those brown eyes.

"There's only one you, my little chaos."

Her breath catches.

I kiss her forehead.

"Not losing you."

She wraps her arms around me.

"Good," she whispers. "Because I'm not planning on going anywhere."

Epilogue

Kierra

Two Years Later

There is a tiny pink sock in the kitchen drawer.

Right between Vex's perfectly arranged measuring spoons and the spare batteries he insists on keeping in their original packaging.

I stare at it.

Then at my husband.