“You dance, Elsa,” she said, almost too quietly to be heard. “For both of us.” Jean squeezed Elsa’s hand. “I loved you, girlfriend.” Not past tense. Please. She heard Jeb start to cry. “I love you, too, Jean,” Elsa whispered. Jean slowly turned her head to look at her husband. “Now … where … are my babies, Jeb?”
Nooo Jean :'(
