A Beautiful Funeral Page 58

Diane hugged my arm and rested her head against my shoulder. “They’re going to be fine.”

“I know.”

I kissed her temple, and we continued through the doors. Our past was now and now was in the past. Just as she’d promised, we were together again, in a moment of no sickness or pain—only love. And when love was real, so was forever.

THE END.