My eyes sting and I blink up at the ceiling while Caiden’s lips press to the skin at my neck, bringing me a quiet comfort. I’ve tried not to think about Cooper’s last moments, content in knowing he wasn’t alone when he died, but there is something cathartic about knowing he was thinking of me. It’s like those few words heal a wound that night left on my soul, and I hug Caiden tighter for giving me this. I don’t think he knows just how much he gives me by being back in my life.
