Daniel’s voice softened.
“I think he was afraid,” he said. “Afraid of losing you.”
I let out a shaky breath.
Peter had always feared losing me.
Even when there was no reason to.
“He talked about you all the time,” Daniel continued. “Said you were the best thing that ever happened to him. That you saved him.”
My heart ached at those words.
Because I believed the same about him.
“I’m not here to take anything from you,” Daniel said quietly. “I just… I needed to meet you. And he wanted you to know.”
I looked at him, really looked this time.
At the nervous way he held his hands.
At the kindness in his eyes.
At the familiar warmth that felt so achingly close to Peter’s.
“You have his smile,” I said softly.
Daniel’s lips curved slightly.
