"It wasn't just us," she counters, the slightest frown tugging at the forcible calm of her expression. "More like us than most curses, but not us. The differences aren't insignificant. Plenty of what happens here feels real; it doesn't change anything."

She doesn't look away this time, meeting his gaze like a challenge. The rest she doesn't trust herself to say; all the things that haven't happened that should have, all the wrong turns that mar the prescient memory of the wedding. Their wedding, for better or worse, sickness and health, over and done with.