“You were never meant to happen to me,” I whisper. “It was an accident. A mistake. But you did happen. And now, there isn’t a single goddamn force in the whole fucking universe that can tear you away from me. Not the Mexicans, not the Irish, not death itself. Not even you. You’re mine, Hannah Hall. And I will wade through hell, if that’s what it takes, to keep you from ever shedding another tear.”
