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It was my favorite color to hear.
“Cromwell?” I asked, and he turned my way. “What’s your favorite? Your favorite color to see?”
“Violet blue,” he said in an instant. Violet blue. His favorite color to see . . . and also the sound of my voice. If my failing heart hadn’t let him in before, it did just then.
“Since you . . . it’s felt different. Music. It’s you, Farraday. You’ve made it different.”
She was my God-given gift. The girl that brought me back life.
When I entered Bonnie’s room, it didn’t matter to me that she was lying on the bed, a plastic tube flowing oxygen into her body through her nose, she was still the most perfect thing I’d ever seen.
“You saved my son’s life.”
“I love her. She’s my silver.”
love you, East.” “Love you, Bonn.”
“How are you feeling, baby?”
