“You’ve been through so fucking much these last few years,” she says, sobering. She drops her gaze to each one of the Lost Boys. First Shawn, then Mason, and then, lastly, the guy in my arms. Waylon. “More than most people go through in a lifetime. But you never gave up. And I know I kind of suck at showing it, but I am…so, so goddamn proud of you. All three of you.”
