“Then I’ll get your theme song ready.” “You’re really going to play music?” I muse as I walk to the door. “Every epic climax needs a good theme song,” he quips, forcing a smile. He crosses the room in a few quick, long strides, and his arms go around me, tugging me to him as he kisses the top of my head. I return the embrace, steeling my nerves and my breaths. “I love you, little sister,” he says softly.
