on me. He raises one arm, holding up his pointer finger and his pinky, sticking out his thumb. I immediately make the same gesture back. “I still don’t know what that means.” I laugh. “It means I love you,” Everett responds. Tears well up in my eyes as that settles in me. I remember him making that gesture every morning as he surfed and I watched him on the shore all those summers ago, before we ever said those words. He’d been telling me back then. Every day. He loved me. He loves me. He always has.
