When she pressed her tear-stained face against my neck, everything shifted. That gaping hole inside of me felt a little smaller. Her tiny hands gripped my shirt like a lifeline, and I knew there and then, no matter what it takes, I’ll make her forgive me. I’ll fix the pieces I broke, because there won’t be a day between now and the one I die that’s spent without her. Her and I, we’re tethered for life, whether she realizes it or not.
