I look at Libby, who cannot be much older than nine or ten, and feel my heart twist tightly. I was double her age when my mom passed, and it’s almost completely derailed my life. I can’t help but wonder how it will affect hers. Caleb squeezes my hand twice in quick succession. When I turn to look up at him, he searches my face. “You okay?” he mouths. I nod weakly, but even still, he brings the back of my hand to his mouth and kisses across my knuckles.
