without you… I wouldn’t be the same without you. I should have promoted you a long time ago.” “So why haven’t you?” she asks, and I have to swallow the emotion welling up to tell her the truth. “Because…I can’t lose you.” She’s been the only constant in my life these past three years. I might not always show it, but I look forward to seeing her smiling face every morning and to that first sip of coffee, guessing what flavor it’ll be. The thought of losing Presley makes me feral.
