Magne speaks about how much that first night meant to her, too, and César's heart fills and aches in equal measure. She gently cradles his face between her forehead and hand. With her heart and soul pouring out to him, César's own can't help but respond in kind.

When she says how happy she is, his lower lip trembles, and his arms go around her harder, one looping a bit higher on her back, closing his eyes tightly. "I will never make you feel anything besides loved and cherished for what and who you are ever again." What happened at Merrymeet will never be repeated. "Let's grow old and wrinkly together."