And as she stepped out into the Dublin rain, she smiled — because loving someone wasn’t about perfect timing. It was about finally being brave enough to be late, rather than never arriving at all.
But for the first time in twenty years, Rosie didn’t end a letter with Someday .
Rosie had laughed, too bright, and said, “You’d be changing nappies in a rainy flat instead of closing deals in a skyscraper.”