“And that’s your Brent,” she said, kneeling next to him and resting one hand lightly on the foil blanket. It moved ever so slightly beneath her hand. “The one from your dream. The one you love.” “Yes,” I told her without missing a beat. There was no controlling the wobble in my voice anymore. “He’s the one.” I had no idea if Brent could hear us right now. But I hoped so.
