“What?”
“To tell you the truth even when I am afraid of losing you.”
She smiled.
“Good. I promise not to hide murder evidence in Claire’s attic.”
Everyone laughed.
I laughed too.
But Ben’s eyes remained on Rosie.
“I married you because I loved you,” he said. “I married you because you were brave enough to ask for help and strong enough to help everyone else. I married you because when the world underestimated you, you never became smaller to make it comfortable.”
Rosie’s eyes filled.
“And,” Ben added, “I married you because you reminded me about the promise until I finally bought a ring.”
“That part is true,” she said.
When they kissed, their children began crying at the same time.
Rosie pulled away.
“Your son is loud.”
“My son?”
“When he cries, yes.”
Ben laughed and kissed her again.
I looked at the people gathered around us.
Evelyn stood near the dock.
Daniel, reinstated and promoted after the investigation, held baby Richard while pretending he was not terrified.
My father’s place was empty.
But Rosie had arranged for the ceremony to be recorded.
She said truth should not be used only as punishment.
Sometimes people needed to see what continued without them.
Afterward, as the sun lowered over the lake, Rosie and I walked to the edge of the dock.
For years, I had believed I was the older sister by one year.
The birth records proved I was older by seven minutes.
Rosie hated that discovery.
“Seven minutes is nothing,” she said.
“It made me responsible for you.”
“No, it made you first.”
“Same thing.”
She leaned her head against my shoulder.
The twins slept nearby while Ben spoke with guests.
“Were you scared?” I asked.
“When?”
“When you found the evidence.”
“Yes.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Because you always run toward trouble when someone you love is in danger.”
