“There is nothing and no one in this world that I love more, Winter. My heart belongs to you.” “And mine belongs to you.” We slip the bands on each other’s fingers and lace them together. “Whatever you need,” I murmur. “However you need it,” she whispers. “I’ll give it to you,” we say together. “Just you.” She smiles and echoes, “Just you.” “Always.” She’s one of a kind. My Snowflake. My forever.
