“Today is a good day,” I told her instead, giving her the words she needed to hear. “You are having a good day, Lizzie Young.” I pulled her closer to me, wanting to envelope her body with mine and protect her from the world. “You’re happy and safe because you’re with me, and you know I won’t let anything bad happen to you.” “I am?” “Yes, you are,” I coaxed, being the reassurance she needed when her mind played tricks on her. “You are right here with me, happy and smiling, and having the best day.” “With you.” “With me,” I promised. “And you’re healthy, and brave, and smart. Just like me.”
