“You know how they say people come into your life for a reason?” I say. She nods. “I must have a guardian angel who brought you into my life because you give me purpose. You reinvigorated me just when I thought my time as a freelance photographer for the outdoors might be over.” She rests her chin on my chest and gives me a sad sort of smile. “I’m glad.” “Me too.” Even if that truth hurts.
