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“Wonder isn’t grand,” Ulysses said. “Wonder is the moment you realize the thing you fled is the thing you’re carrying.”

Cassandra clutched the thermos. “My mother’s last words were about wonder. She meant waterfalls. Cathedrals. Not… bathrobe tugboats.”

“I’m here to throw my mother into a natural wonder,” Cassandra said.

The deepest wonder isn’t the monumental—it’s the willingness to stay in the messy, ridiculous, tender ordinary, where people fail and fetishize and fall apart, and then choose each other anyway.

“I don’t want to be your tugboat,” she said.

“I drove eight hours,” he said quietly. “I knew you’d come here. Your mother’s snow globes.”

They watched the falls for a long time. Finally, Cassandra unscrewed the thermos. She walked to the railing. She did not throw the ashes into the roaring water. Instead, she poured them into Kip’s cupped hands.