Her breath catches in her throat and it takes her a moment to be able to speak. "I've never doubted your love. Not for a moment."

She may have doubted whether their love -- not just his, but theirs together -- was enough to make this complicated, mostly clandestine, second chance work. Or rather, she worried that it wasn't. But she never doubted him, or his heart.

She confesses that doubt in a whisper, her lips brushing his ear. He deserves to know her slip, her moment of losing faith in this fragile thing they've built. "But I know you love me, Henry, and I hope you know how much I love you. And I want this, us, no matter how much work it is."