“Finn, honey, Fredrik didn’t leave you. He died. He had lived a long, full life, and his body gave out.” “But he knew it was coming,” I spit out. “You just said he could sense it.” “He probably could. But honey, he didn’t leave you alone. He left you with your family. Those two over there are your family. You’re not alone. Not if you don’t want to be.” She patted my cheek and stood up. “Grief can make us hide within ourselves, but Fredrik was never one to run away from suffering or pain or love.”
