“I love you. We can go back home now.”
“Let’s stay here for a while. Let’s make Boston ours. And then after that, we will go home.”
WHENGIDEONPAYNEreturned home this time, he didn’t need a parade. And he didn’t need to hide in the darkness. This time he walked down the main street of town holding Rory Sullivan’s hand.
And he knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that they would all think she was a legend.
But he already knew that.
And best of all, so did she.
Rory Sullivan was his. And that was all the glory he would ever need.