Maybe it’s from watching Anaïs cry. Maybe it’s from just thinking about all the years of being called Splash. But a wave of sadness hits. I surrender to the sadness. It’s so heavy, dark, and cold, it takes my breath away. Anaïs leans in and whispers, “I do care. I want to be here for you.” I let her wrap her arms around me, draw me close, hold me tight, tighter, while today’s dammed tears break free and we both can’t stop sobbing.
