“Open your eyes, G. I need to see those beautiful blue eyes of yours.” “I can’t,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Why? Why can’t ya? I need to see them. I need to look into them and see us. When I look into your eyes, I want to be able to see you and me, and I need to know that we’re still us, Sean, and Georgia. Are we? After all this time, are we? Can we still be
