“Lee!” The word exploded out of me. He dropped the charred wood from his hands and struggled over the tree, blindly fighting his way through its leaves and branches. Seeing me. Believing and not believing it all at once. “Oh my God!” I threw my arms around his neck and nearly took us both down. “Thank you,” he was whispering, “thank you, thank you. . . .” And then he was kissing my face, every inch of it he could find, wiping away the tears and soot, chanting my name.
