“Denver?” “Yes, my love.” “What’s your mother’s name?” I asked, bringing my hands to his face. His beard felt like home—he felt like home. His dark brows came together, and his throat bobbed. “Jane. Her name was Jane.” Tears filled my eyes as I nodded. I didn’t give him a response. I couldn’t. So, I kissed him again. Okay, Jane. I’ll do it. I’ll breathe for him. He’ll breathe for Caleb, and he’ll breathe for me, too…
