“I’m my happiest when I’m with you.” My voice cracks. “Never doubt that.” “Are you really?” His bottom lip trembles. I tap a finger against the photo. “Just because I don’t show it like this anymore doesn’t mean I’m not.” “Even if I make you cry?” “Huh?” I question if I heard him right. “What are you talking about?” “I heard you,” he whispers to himself. “I saw you.” A chill shoots down my spine. “When?” “At the doctor’s. In January.” Oh fuck. I’ve had plenty of low points in my life, but that day made it into the top three.
