“Crane and I, we’re your family now.” He glances at me, longing in his gaze, but doesn’t say anything. “This kind of family is the one that counts,” I tell him. “This is the one that’s chosen. Not by blood, though I reckon we’re bonded by blood now anyway, but by choice and with purpose. The three of us, we have chosen each other, and that counts for everything.” “I want to believe you,” he says quietly. “Then believe me,” I tell him. “You can choose to believe me.”
