Describe what your "happily ever after" would be like.
My happily ever after
would have been a perfect world in which the woman I married was actually
the person who she claimed to be. In this perfect world, the woman I married would have actually been Laura Bristow, who loved nineteenth century literature for its beauty and not for the KGB assassination orders encoded inside.
In this perfect world Irina Derevko never would have existed, and my daughter never would have lost her mother at such an early age, a loss that was quickly followed with the loss of her father.
For on the day that Laura Bristow died a good deal of who I was as a person then died along with her. I changed that day, becoming less open with my emotions even as I became more cynical, more calculating, and more cold as I am certain some would say.
And in this perfect world, my daughter never would have become a spy. The life of a spy, even in the service of one’s country is not one I would have chosen for Sydney, for the constant lies one must tell and deceptions one must keep slowly, utterly destroy the soul, piece by piece.
Since there is no possibility of any of these things ever being undone I suppose I am past a happily ever after
- it is too late for my life but perhaps it is not a forgone possibility for Sydney’s.
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