They sat together in the dark as the final notes of the theme song played. When the lights flickered on, Clara turned to Leo and whispered, “If you want a rating for Endless Love — 1981 — don’t ask the critics. Ask the woman who left her whole life in seat G7.”
Clara didn’t turn. “I think you’re too young to understand it.”
“No,” Clara said. But then she smiled—the first real smile in forty years. “But you can sit with me through the credits. Sam always said the best part of a love story is who stays until the lights come on.”
Leo leaned in.