#Chapter 212: Ready To Tell The World

Miles doesn’t laugh. He doesn’t get angry. Instead, his eyes soften somewhat and he reaches forward to take my hand. “Esther,” he says my name so gently, so reverently, that it punches the air from my lungs. “You and I are it.” It’s so simple, so sweet, that I have to ask, “What do you mean?” Because there’s no way it can be that easy. Miles smiles as he squeezes my hands. “I mean it just like I say it, Esther. You are it for me. There’s no one else but you. It doesn’t matter what happens in this election. President or not, I want you by my side.” “I don’t understand,” I say. “You can’t possibly know what you are saying.” I’ve been married before, to a man I had quickly believed loved me just because he said he did. While my relationship with Miles has felt different from the start – every moment being more genuine – I was still hesitant and unsure. After all, Miles is much younger than me. He’s only 25. What if, in a few years, he changes his mind about me and goes lookin