“Is it such a crime to love again, Zach?” Dad whispers, but he might as well have shouted; his words have the same effect on me, and then our gazes connect, his tortured and my surprised. “Love has no time limit. Sometimes, you think it takes ages to love a woman, but then you see her, and… it clicks. It just clicks, son,” he says, running his hand over his face. “I lived and breathed for your mother. But she died.”
