Do you know why I’m sure?“ he whispered, kissing her temple, her cheek where it tasted salt. “Because when the universe was born, when it blasted into existence in fire and glory, everything that would ever exist was created. Our souls are made of that fire and glory, of the atoms of it, the fragments of stars. Everyone’s are, but I believe ours, yours and mine, are made from the dust of the same star. That’s why we’ve always been drawn to each other like magnets, all our lives. All the pieces of us belong together.” He held her tighter. “Your name, Emma, means Universe, you know,” he said. “Doesn’t that prove I’m right?