“Am I okay?” “Maybe not right now.” My heart cracked when I heard her pain. “But you’ll be okay one day.” “What if I’m not?” She reached up and batted another tear away. “What if I’m never okay again?” “You will be, Liz.” “But what if I’m not, Hugh?” she choked out, crawling onto my lap. “What happens then?” “Then that’ll be okay, too.” Sitting up, I wrapped her up in my arms and whispered, “Because no matter how happy or sad you feel, I’ll be right here with you.” “You will?” “Every step of the way.”
