are classy-like you. I bought these after the first day I met you. They're freshwater, gold setting-perfect for classy women like you, my sweet angel. They're the most gorgeous, luminescent pearls I've ever seen. Oh, God. Seamus. I put them back carefully and reach for another box-dated the following week. A French press? I laugh. You said you wanted to try coffee made in a French press, so here you go, lass. I'm not sure when you'll get this, so give it a good wash first, eh? Another box, heavier. I nearly drop it. Inside: three hardcover books. You said your brothers read these to you when you were little. That they made you feel safe and calm. I look forward to the day I can read them to you. Tears sting my eyes. He didn't. He did. I finger the pages, transported back to my childhood bedtimes. I put them down and pick up another. Every item is curated. Thoughtful. Precise. Some wrapped in paper, some bare. Everything labeled. "Thursday the 23rd. The first time she wore that blue scarf." "One-year anniversary of her showing up again." There are notes. One velvet ribbon I once wore in my braid-pressed between tissue. She smiled today. I remembered how to breathe. My knees nearly buckle. There's a pastry tin from a Moscow bakery I once said I missed. Empty, but inside: a gift card. Jewelry-delicate, symbolic. Photographs. Polaroids. Letters. They're all addressed to me. Letters I'll read and savor. One shelf at eye level. I open it. My breath catches. Two children's books. One in Russian. One in Gaelic. As if he already thought of children. I swipe at my eyes. God, Seamus. Unlocking this room really did feel like unlocking his heart. And I was not wrong. Seamus McCarthy loves me with everything he has. I think I've cried enough-until I find the last box. I pull it down. Open it. Sniff hard, trying to stay composed. But I can't. I bury my face in my arms and weep. When I finally lift my head, I wipe my eyes and look again. It's a framed photo of my parents' wedding day. He found them. He forgave my family. We're forging ahead. I stare at the picture-at my father, whose looks like Rafail, with a touch of Semyon and Rodion. At my mother. My god, my mother. Now I understand why Rafail protected me so fiercely. Because this is the first time I've ever seen her like this-young, glowing. She looks just like me. I'm a miniature version of her. I've only ever seen pictures taken after Rafail's birth, when they already looked older. But this was before the heartbreak, before the war. They had years of infertility before they had Rafail. They were practically children when they married. I've never seen them so vibrant. So alive. My God, how did he find this? There's a soft click behind me. I don't turn. "You found them," he says. His voice proud but hesitant. I feel him behind me, a man who's never lost a fight, now worried about my reaction. I hold the photo. "Where did you get this?" I ask. "Oh, Seamus." "Your aunt and uncle worked for us. You know that, right?" "Yes." "I paid a pretty price for that picture," he says with a smile. "Never the cost of betrayal. No, they just wanted money. Who knew an old photo could cost so much? It was worth every penny less, wasn't it?" My throat tightens. "Thank you," I whisper. But the words feel too small. How do you thank someone for giving you a piece of yourself you never knew was missing? "Why did you... why did you hide all these? Did you hide them?" He shifts, hands in his pockets. Looks almost... bashful and boyish. "I wanted to wait until the time was right," he says softly. "Until the war ended. Until we were at peace. Until you already knew that I loved you-before I gave you even more proof." "Oh, you exasperating man," I say, laughing through tears. "I love you so much." He takes me in his arms and kisses me. Hand to cheek. Lip to lip. Heart to heart. "I love you, Zoya McCarthy," he says. "I love you, Seamus." His arms wrap around me. And in the silence, I stand with him. Comforted, hopeful. Loved. A Fated Encounter movie summary talks about Emma Brown who is forced by her father Henry to take her sister Bella's place and marry Tommy Anderson to save her business. Unlike the rumor Tommy turns ou...