The Reunion

by Meghan Quinn

“Hey, slow down there, kiddo,” Ford says, popping out onto the deck. He attempts to take my wine bottle away from me, but when it comes to her “grape juice,” this mama bear is protective.

“He gripped my face with one hand and looked me dead in the eyes. He pressed his forehead against mine and said that, for as long as he breathes, he would never leave me. He told me I was his and he was mine, our souls were connected, and for as long as he was allowed, he would always take care of me.”