“That you’d take care of me.”
I pulled him into a tight hug.
“I will always take care of you,” I whispered.
After a moment, Amelia joined the hug.
The three of us stood there in the quiet hallway.
A strange warmth filled the house.
Because in that small wooden box was proof of something powerful.
Love doesn’t disappear when someone is gone.
Sometimes, it simply finds new ways to live.
