Could Mimi be willing, and able, to make this dangerous move?

It might destroy her. It meant a year of salt applied directly to open wounds every single day. Every night. Was she tough enough? Would it be worth it?

With one yes she could secure for him the thing he cared about the most. She looked at him again, chin in his hand, staring off into space. The bond they’d create by doing this together would transcend romance.

Or would she really always be hoping against hope that something more would blossom?

She reached across the table for Jin’s hand. He took hers, absentmindedly, while still lost in thought. The shiver went through her, as it always did when she had any physical contact with him.

She was going to do this.

For the people she cared about.

For the only man who ever mattered to her.

“Mamabai,” Mimi began, unsure of the words to use but propelled forward by an unseen force. “We have something to tell you.”

Jin’s eyes opened in surprise.

“Yes?” Bai signaled her attention.

“Jin and I have decided to get married.”