But, she was right, I didn’t have to figure it out tonight. Tonight, I would hold Gemma, and listen to her breathing. I’d feel her heartbeat against my skin, and I’d find comfort in the fact that no matter what I chose to do, she was here. She came. She listened. She understood. She was here, with me, in one of the darkest nights I’d known since I found out Micah had cancer when I was only eighteen years old.
