“You Came Anyway.”
One night, about a month after she moved in, I was tucking her in when she asked, “Why didn’t you come before?”
I froze.
How do you explain fear? Regret? Not knowing?
So I told her the truth.
“Because I didn’t know you were out there. But if I had… I would’ve run to you.”
She nodded, then whispered, “You came anyway. When I needed you most.”
That was the moment I knew: I’d never let her go.
