“I know you’re worried. Don’t be. In three months, this’ll all be forgotten. You’ll see. I’ll wait up.” She attempted a laugh. “We all will. Coffee on the beach. Hurry…I love you. It’ll all work out. Trust me. And don’t think for a minute that I love you any less. I love you the same. Even more. You know that…. Don’t be angry. We’ll make it. I love you. With all of me, I love you. Hurry home. Meet you on the beach.”
