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“And your mom would be very upset if I rejected it. She’s already read it front to back three times.” Wow. Dad stands. “I read it four.”
“Thank you for sharing your story with me, Donnelly.” “You can call me Paul.” His voice is raspy, choked. He clears it too. “Thanks for helping me love my name again.”
“I want you to be my Iron Man. Help me make this company better than it’s ever been.”
“You are Philly to me. You are where I’m meant to be. You’re the real destination, Donnelly. You always have been.”
You’re the heart, Donnelly. Not just of the Yale boys, not just of SFO, but of the entire security team.
“I don’t want to say goodbye,” I whisper. “You don’t have to,” Moffy says strongly, but he’s fighting emotion too. “I’ll always be around. One bat signal away. I come running.”
I will go on every voyage with Paul Donnelly. This one, the next one, the last one. It will always, always be known.
When the world ends. When this one chapter to our book closes. I’d like to think that those who know us best will say there was nobody like us. That we left this world how we lived inside of it. Fully, devotedly, lovingly. Strange and weird.
Elara Rey Hale.
