Gwen meets her understanding eyes. “Thank you.” Meredith smiles sadly. “You would do the same for Albie, and I hope someday for me, if we needed you to.” “I would,” Gwen says quickly, grabbing her hand. “If you ever need anything—” “Be a good cousin to our children, a friend to me, to Albie, that’s all I ask,” Meredith says, her round face serene and earnest.
