Noah kissed his cheek and squeezed his hand. “I’m here,” Noah breathed in his ear, as if he could tell Cole was standing in the black surf, looking up at the dark moon. As if he could sense when the grave between them was opening. And he was there, holding his hand out. Ready to guide him back. It was the definition of love: being there. And from love came life. Their life, together. A glorious, beautiful life unfolding before them.
