I shook my head, determined not to dwell on the past, on mistakes I couldn’t take back. She was here now, and I had the chance to fight for her. I’d die before I’d let her slip through my fingers again. “Come home with me,” I said, searching her glossy eyes. “I know I have a lot to prove to you, a lot of pain to heal, a lot to explain.” I swallowed. “Let me start tonight.” Mary rolled her lips together, eyes flicking between mine. Mercifully, she nodded. And when I took her hand in mine, the piece of me I’d been missing for years quietly snapped into place.
