Tucked among the cluster of tattoos on his ribcage is a new one. The tips of my fingers gently trace the design. “Cross . . .” I have no words. “I had no idea when I met you how fitting Cinderella would be for you. For us. I’m no prince, Everly. But I will always search for you. Shoe or not. You can run if you have to. But I’ll always find you.”
