He promised me answers, and the longer he’s away, the more I worry there isn’t any. I swipe at my screen, over and over, pictures of us smiling up at me, until I settle on one of my favorites. I’m laughing, looking into the camera, and Carter’s got his arms around me from behind, his chin on my shoulder with his biggest, goofiest grin. But he’s not looking at the camera. He’s looking at me. Never in my life has somebody looked at me the way that man looks at me, like I’m the only thing he sees, like someone seeing in color for the first time. He holds so much love in his gaze, fierce
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