“Do you think he’s watching?” Coco looped an arm through hers. “I think he wouldn’t miss it for anything.” “He should’ve been here. He should’ve given me away too.” Beau claimed Lou’s other arm, tapping my face in the frame. “He still is.” “I still am,” I whispered with a smile. In response, a soft breeze rustled the branches overhead, bringing with it a pleasant warmth, a low hum of bees, a faint scent of daffodils. Of new beginnings. I walked beside them as they led Lou up the aisle.
