Lily sniffs and says, “When did Connor Cobalt become the tooth fairy, granting wishes in the middle of the night?” We’ve known for a long time that Connor Cobalt possesses some form of magic. I smile, tackling and pinning her on the bed. I plant kisses all over her face, and she laughs into more tears. I realize I’m crying again too. We’re starting to feel in control of our own lives. It comes with sentiments so strong that the only response is to laugh, cry, and finally, fall into a peaceful, quiet sleep.
