I feel… cherished. I feel… protected. “I’m glad that it was you, Lane,” I respond. “It’s always been you.” My words are barely a whisper. I sigh happily, my eyes dropping shut as I settle into his arms, my fingers toying with the bracelet I made for him on his wrist. A bracelet I’ve noticed he’s never taken off since I placed it there. I’m almost asleep when I think I hear, “And it’ll always be you, Hallie Girl.”
