"Nina—"
"I need to know, Alex. Am I enough? Just me? Without parallel versions, without backups, without alternatives?"
I pulled her close. Felt her heartbeat against my chest. The real Nina. My Nina. Flawed and brilliant and terrifying.
"You're enough," I said. "You've always been enough."
"Then why did you kiss her?"
"Because I thought I lost you. And losing you was worse than anything I could imagine."
She cried. I held her.
We're not okay. Not yet. Maybe not ever.