“She thought you were the cat’s pajamas,” Hanna told him. He fucking loved that. But Raid said nothing. “She also told me she thought you were the bee’s knees,” she continued. He fucking loved that, too. Raid again said nothing. Finally, her voice broke when she whispered, “She was always right.” Raid slid a hand into her hair and held her cheek close to his chest as she poured her grief into his sweater. Through her tears, she shared, “This is okay. Even Grams would think being in your arms was an okay place for a Boudreaux to cry.” Raid closed his eyes and kept holding tight.
