“Absolutely. But not just mine. Leo and Darby. My mom. She loves you so much, it’s almost scary.” My daughter laughs at that. “You’re that little thread of gold.” There’s some shuffling in the kitchen, and Lou laughs again. “Don’t forget that, okay? You’re meant to be. You’re a fucking cool kid, and I want you to remember that if anyone ever tries telling you otherwise, got it?”
