“I warned you I wasn’t a happy person, and there were so many reasons I didn’t want to let you in, but . . .” She trailed off, trying to find her words. “The only time I ever loved my life was when I was with you.” My hand still lingered on her brow, unmoving. Now? She was telling me this now? “I was always your Em,” she whispered. “No matter what I said or what I did or all the ways I let life win over the years . . . That night, I knew. I was in love with you.”
