“You have to go back, do you understand? You can’t stay here,” she said gently. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do if I leave,” I admitted. She gave me another small smile and lifted her chin. “Breathe, sweet girl. That’s all you have to do. Breathe for him. Trust him. Be patient with him. Love him. That’s all, sweet girl.” “I don’t…I don’t know how.” “Breathe for him.” “Breathe for me, Valerie. Breathe for me and never stop.”
