I’m nodding, trying to thank him. But he’s still looking at me, searching my eyes like he’s found something he can’t bear to walk away from. His hands move to my face; his thumb brushes my cheek. His voice is so tender when he speaks. “You will go on to greatness,” he whispers. “I have never deserved you.” My heart. He leans in, kisses my forehead, so gently. And then he leaves.
