At the end of that lifelong, unending, horrendous day, after all of the heartbreak and betrayal and empty victories, when everything that had been lost had been found, only to be lost again, and nothing seemed as though it could ever be right, eight words played over and over in his head.
Eight words that he carried cradled like spun sugar, afraid to breathe unless they melted away into the air and left him entirely alone. Eight precious words, worth more than all of the worlds.
Eight words, two voices, one promise.
“Take care of her.”
“I know you will.”