“Astrid.” The sound of my name on his lips sounds like a plea. A question. “I can see you right now. All of you. I see your gray eyes, your blue-black hair as dark as a midnight sky. I see your coral lips. Your flushed cheeks. And I see you. Your bravery. Your courage. You are so beautiful. So strong. Fragile too, but not weak. Never weak. You’re incredible.”
