“I want you to overstep,” she pleaded, wrapping her arms around my neck so tightly, I felt slightly dizzy. “Whenever Mam gets sick, Caoimhe always gets to have him over.” She choked out a pained sob. “It’ll happen again this time. Dad will leave and I’ll be left alone.” “No, it won’t because I won’t let that happen,” I promised, holding her close. “She has him, but you have me.”
