Remember all fairy tales end at some point.

A picture is worth a thousand texts.

She can't let him go not telling him what she was about to do. Kingsley...I can't do this. I'm coming with you.

Kingsley did the same, except he also removed his T-shirt, showing off his broad chest, tan and smooth. When had Kingsley had time to work on his tan? Mimi wondered.

When she reached the shallow end, Kingsley held out his hand and pulled her up, but she lost her step and fell into his arms, her body crushing momentarily against his.

She could not trust herself to hope—but without hope, she realized, she had no reason to go on.

White for light. White for love. White for forever.