“No matter what, I’m here.” “And I’m here for you, Cal.” “I know.” My thumbs wipe the remaining of her tears, and her lips curve into a small smile that steals my breath and my sanity. “There you go. There’s my Gracie.” Her smile only widens, and I can’t help but mimic it. “And there’s my Sammy,” she whispers. That’s right. Forever and always, whatever life throws at us, we are here. Together.
