“Lisa, you don’t even normally go anywhere!”
“It’s the Percival of the thing.”
Lisa shrugged, sniffling, turning away so she wasn’t facing her husband. “Same thing.”
Oliver’s face fell. He didn’t anticipate this reaction from his usually-sunny-tempermented wife. Taking her hand, he used his remaining one to softly cup her cheek and turn her head, so their eyes met. “Hey.”
She scooted closer to him, slowly leaning into his embrace, letting tears fall.
“When all this is over, I’ll take you anywhere you’d like.”
A soft chuckle. “New York it is.”
“Mhm.” She settled into his arms.