I pull back and brush a hair away from her face. “Summer, you will always be the most beautiful, smart, caring, funny…most amazing person I’ve ever met.” But…I’m the one who needs a moment this time. I press my lips to her head, and we both sigh. I’m so wrapped up in the fact that Summer and the little girl are one and the same that I momentarily forget what that really means. Her father is not only an abusive asshole, but he’s the reason my father is dead. I need to get out of here. She can’t see me break. She’ll blame herself, and she’s already been through too much.
