“For some reason, Jack specifically wanted to know what the rose meant, and when I didn’t have an answer”—I laugh at the memory of his stern lecture—“he looked at me and very seriously recommended I save some prominent spots for the things that would end up being important to me. So that’s what I did.” A single tear rolls down her cheek, and I wipe it away while trying to fight back the emotion creeping into my voice. “I might have lost you, but that doesn’t mean you weren’t the best fucking thing to ever happen to me. It doesn’t mean you’re not still the most important part of my life.”
