My hand was bleeding all over your blanket, and I was so worried you’d be scared, but you just lay there with me on my living room floor. You lay there with me when I needed you the most, just like you’re doing right now.” She sniffs again, her hands cradling my neck, thumbs dusting over my bristled jawline. “You brought me with you,” she rasps out, an air of incredulity in her tone. “I’ve always been with you, Brant.” I finally open my eyes, lashes fluttering, my heart jackhammering in my chest. June is so close. She’s so close. “Always.”
