She was sobbin’, great heavin’ sobs that wracked her whole body into convulsions. I held her too tight and peppered her wet face in kisses, whisperin’ how much I loved her, how fuckin’ necessary she was to me, how grateful I was that she was alive, alive, alive. “Are Boner aa-and Ransom okay?” she almost yelled in her haste to ask. It made my heart, already threatenin’ to break outta my chest, swell larger with love. “Are the girls okay?”
