There were little moments where she put her guard down and let me see her. Vulnerable moments that she didn’t want me to see. But when she did, it was so familiar that all I wanted to do was pull her onto my lap and wrap my arms around her and keep her here with me. My father had left me and my sister when we were young. My mother had failed us time and time again, as well. My fiancée had faked a pregnancy and fucked my coworker. And none of those losses compared to the loss of Savannah Abbott in my life.
