“Exactly. When I look at you, I don’t see my father’s friend, or my uncle, or my godfather, or an older man. All I see is the person I’ve always loved and who has always made me safe and happy. That’s it. I just see you.” His head falls back against the couch and he closes his eyes. “You say that so beautifully.” “Because it’s true.” I lean toward him and kiss him softly on the lips, waiting for his eyes to open. “Our wishes are coming true.”
