"I remember, the first time I saw you." I did too, something seared into my memory, but it wasn't about me, right then. "You were this... fierce thing," he said, moving the wipe to my left eye, pressing carefully to the eyelid. "Tall and gorgeous and fucking bitchy as all hell." He set the wipe down behind me and then pulled out another. He started in on the other eye. "And I didn't think I'd ever seen anything as amazing as you before." My throat clicked audibly as I wondered where this was leading to. Because he was talking about Helena, not me. "You were with Paul," he continued. "Though I didn't know who he was at the time. All I wanted to do was find out who you were." He finished with my eyes and used another wipe on my cheeks. My lips, though, there wasn't much lipstick left. He didn't say much more until he'd finished. By the time he sat back, my skin felt raw and my heart was tripping all over itself in my chest. "And then you disappeared," he said. "But you came back. As her." I froze. He sighed and took my hands in his. "You were Sandy when I first saw you," he said, squeezing my fingers. "You were Helena when I saw you again." His eyes darted away. "And you were Sandy when I was an asshole. That was on me, and I don't know that I'll ever forgive myself for that." He took a deep breath and let it out slow. "I don't care if you're Helena. I don't care if you never put on a wig again. I will take anything you're willing to give me. But just know that it was you I saw first, Sandy. Not her. I don't need her or whatever division you think exists. I don't want just part of you. I want all of you."