Something caught my eye as she took a new step. Larger this time. It was on her wrist. Her mom’s handkerchief. My restraint broke then. God, I was going to cherish this woman as long as she let me. As hard as I could. I returned my gaze to her eyes. She knew I’d seen it. And there were tears welling up. They weren’t sad, but they broke me, punched me in the gut all the same. I wanted to kiss that away.
