Текст книги "Epic Sins"

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Sam

Present

Villanova, Pennsylvania

Age 24

“WOULD YOU LIKE AN APPETIZER” the waiter asks as he refills my wine glass.

I’m about to shake my head when Richard interjects. “We’ll have the crab dip.”

The waiter nods his head and quickly walks away. I hate crab dip.

“I haven’t eaten here in so long. It’s great we’ve finally been able to go out. I’m so happy that Marcie insisted we get together. Too bad we couldn’t get together a few months ago, but I’m glad we’re out now.” He’s been talking incessantly since he picked me up thirty minutes ago. He must be nervous or can’t handle a little silence here and there. I make a mental note to punch Marcie in the face for giving Richard my number.

“Wait until you try the crab dip,” he says and reaches across the table for my hand.

I snatch it away and grab my purse. “I have to use the restroom. Excuse me.”

I pull out my phone on the way and text Cassie our emergency code.

ME: GET ME OUT OF HERE CALL MY CELL IN TEN MINUTES

She doesn’t respond right away, but she knows I’m out with him, and I’m sure she’s on high alert. It’s been months since I’ve been anywhere. “You can do this,” I say to my reflection in the mirror. “Ten more minutes and you’re done.”

What was I thinking? I should be home with Kai.

I walk back to the table and sit in my seat. The crab dip is already in between us and I want to gag.

“Here, you’ll love it.” Richard begins to scoop some dip onto my appetizer plate.

I toss my hand over it and say, “No thanks. I’m allergic.” His expression changes from joy to fear in a split second as he believes my lie.

“Oh no, I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you say something before when I ordered it?”

“It’s okay, the salad that’s coming will be just fine as an appetizer for me. Now all of the crab dip can be for you.” I feign a smile and wish I were back at Garrett’s house, floating in his pool.

Peggy is at the house tonight with Kai and Garrett wasn’t home when I left. I’m glad he wasn’t there because I didn’t want him to see me leave on this ‘date.’ I promised Marcie I would go, and I just want it to be over. I also don’t want Garrett to think anything serious is going on with Richard. In fact, there’s nothing going on with me and Richard. This isn’t even a date, really. More like a favor for a friend.

I just want to get home and pretend I never agreed to this outing tonight. Things have been really good lately, and Garrett has been doing great with Kai. Sure, there’s been a few ups and downs, but he’s been so attentive and not as nervous around him as he had been.

I look up and see that Richard is shoveling the dip into his mouth and making horrid noises while he does it. I take a sip of cold water to keep my gag reflex at bay. C’mon Cassie. Call, Goddammit.

“Marcie never mentioned you have a brother,” Richard says, catching me off guard. Did Marcie set him up with the wrong person?

“I don’t,” I state, and his expression changes again. This time he looks utterly confused.

“No? He answered your phone the very first time I tried calling you a while back.”

“You must not have called the right number, because I assure you, I don’t have a brother.” I glance down at my phone, willing it to ring.

“Well, then some other guy answered it. He may not be your brother, but he confirmed it was your phone.”

What the hell?

My cell phone vibrates loudly on the table, and I see Cassie’s name pop up. “It’s my aunt. She wouldn’t call me if it wasn’t important. She’s knows I’m on a date. I’m sorry, but I have to take this.”

“Hello?” I say, feigning worry.

“You’re a terrible mean person. Do you know that?” Cassie scolds me.

“Hey, Aunt Peggy. Is everything okay?” My voice becomes uncharacteristically high, and the lie begins to flow too easily.

“I can’t believe you’re ditching another date. Can’t you at least make it to the main course? You know, I almost didn’t call you back. I almost ignored your text. But I love you too much to do that to you.” I want to smile, but I bite my lip to stop myself.

“Really? He usually doesn’t have a problem with that kind of formula.” I continue the ruse, and I hear Cassie sigh loudly through the phone.

“Seriously, Sam. This is the last time I’m doing this. Marcie thought you’d really like this guy. He’s her cousin and she swears he’s the perfect catch.”

That explains a lot. Marcie isn’t exactly a social butterfly. She’s nice and all but is very socially awkward. I look up at Richard and see a vague resemblance. I should have known.

“Okay, I’ll leave right away. I’m sorry I left before you could run out to get his food.”

“You need to get laid, Sam. If Richard isn’t the one to do it, you’d better find someone soon. You’re cooped up in that house with the baby all day long, and you don’t have time for anything. I’m taking you out on Saturday night. We’re going to find someone for you. Stat.” She hangs up and I finish the fake conversation.

“I’ll see you in twenty minutes. I’m so sorry. He’ll be okay until I get there. I promise.”

I look over to Richard, who is licking the crab dip from his fingers. He raises his eyebrows and asks, “Is everything okay? It sounded serious.”

“No, it’s not. The baby I’m caring for is out of formula. I thought I picked up a case from the pharmacy the other day, but that was two weeks ago. My aunt came to help out so I could go out with you tonight, and I’m afraid I left her in a bad spot. I have to leave. I’m so sorry.” I gather my phone and my clutch and shift in my seat.

He puts his hand up, signaling the waiter. “No problem. Marcie says you’re one of the best baby nurses around. We’ll get you home right away.”

We stop at the pharmacy so I can pick up the formula that I knew was waiting for me since yesterday and pull up to Garrett’s house a few minutes later. I get out of the car and open the back door and take out the formula. I don’t see Peggy’s car, and I wonder if she pulled it into the garage.

“Thanks for everything, Richard.” I smile and turn toward the door. He chases after me and follows me up the stairs. My stomach sinks. I hope he isn’t expecting any physical contact. The thought of being near his crab-dip infested mouth makes my stomach churn again.

“Wait,” he says and turns me around to face him. He’s staring at my lips, and my body stiffens. Shit. Shit. Shit. He starts to lean in to kiss me, and I block him with the case of formula.

“I’m sorry, I need to get inside right away.” I turn and open the door. “Bye,” I say as I close it while he stands on the stoop staring.

I hear his car pull away a few minutes later, and I breathe a sigh of relief. I walk through the dark foyer into the kitchen.

“Who was that?” Garrett’s voice startles me, and I drop the case onto my foot.

“Ouch! God! Owww!” I hop around and fall into his chest. His strong hands grab my arms, and he steadies me. He’s warm. So warm.

“Are you okay?” he asks, concerned.

“Yes, I am now,” I lie, and I’m flustered when he lets go of me. The faint smell of alcohol wafts in the air between us.

“Who was that?” he asks again.

“Richard,” I say and wince as I try to put weight on my toe. Shit, I hope it’s not broken.

“Are you seeing him?”

I limp past him so I can sit on the stool by the counter.

“Have you been drinking?” I ask, attempting to change the subject. I see an empty tumbler on the kitchen island.

“Kai had a rough night,” he says and swipes the glass from the countertop. He puts it on the top rack of the dishwasher and turns to face me. Kai has been doing so well; it upsets me to think he’s taken a step back.

“Oh?” Concern bubbles up and anger shortly follows. “So you decided to get drunk while you’re home alone with him? What the hell is wrong with you?” I attempt to stand up, but pain shoots across the top of my foot where the heavy box landed a few minutes ago. “Dammit!”

“I wouldn’t be alone if you were here helping me,” he fires back, and my anger continues to escalate. Where is this attitude coming from?

“Where’s my aunt?” I ask, knowing she isn’t here.

“I sent her home a few hours ago. Kai drank a bottle around six and fell asleep soundly. He was content for a while, and I told Peggy I could handle things on my own. So she left.” He shakes his head and leans forward, placing his elbows on the counter. “Then everything fell apart.”

“Where is he now?” I ask, concerned that Garrett isn’t even holding him.

“Upstairs in his crib.”

Alone?

I hop off of the stool, ignoring the shooting pain in my foot, and go upstairs as quickly as I can. “I can’t believe he left him alone,” I mutter to myself as I reach the door to his room. I hear faint Rock-A-Bye Baby lullaby music through the closed door. I open it, and the soft glow of the universe nightlights fills my eyes. I walk over to the crib and see Kai swaddled tightly and sound asleep. There’s a stuffed dog that looks like a Dalmatian perched near his head, just out of reach. I’ve never seen that before.

I’m shocked to see Kai sleeping, in his crib. He’s never slept anywhere unsupervised. And it’s extremely rare that he’s sound asleep and not on top of one of us. This is a tremendous accomplishment, and I’m not sure Garrett realizes how huge it is.

I hear his soft footsteps behind me.

“I did everything wrong, didn’t I?” he asks, concerned.

“No…” I can’t take my eyes off of the perfectly swaddled and comfortable little boy in front of me.

I feel his warm hand graze mine causing tingles to travel up my arm.

“How did this happen?” I ask, backing up toward the hallway. My heart wants me to stand here and take this all in, but my brain tells me to leave him be so he can sleep as peacefully as possible.

Garrett follows me out and closes the door softly.

He looks at me and shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t know. After Peggy left, he was sound asleep, so I brought him up here and rocked with him in the chair. After a while, we were both sleeping, until I sneezed myself awake. He woke up and started screaming like I’ve never heard him scream before. I think I scared him.” He runs his hand through his thick black hair, and the pain on his face intensifies.

“I didn’t know what to do. I tried to remember everything you’ve taught me over the past few weeks and I drew a complete blank. I started walking around the room with him and patting his back. I even tried singing to him. His little body was arching so much that I thought he was going to fall out of my arms.”

“Oh no. I’m sorry,” I say and lean against the wall.

“Then I remembered the music Peggy always plays for him and I turned it on.” He shakes his head and smirks. “I still can’t get used to hearing our songs playing as a lullaby.”

I have to admit that I love listening to Rock-A-Bye Baby. My favorite is the Nirvana and U2 albums. I’ve never listed to the Epic Fail one though.

“Anyway, after I put the music on, he started to calm down a little. But he was so squirmy and kept throwing his head back. I remember you telling me that sometimes that means he has gas, so I laid him down on the changing table and did that thing with his legs that you showed me—you know when you bend his knees slowly toward his chest?” He makes a motion with his hands in the air in front of him, mimicking the movement.

I nod and he continues. “That’s when I realized his diaper was full.” His expression changes to disgust, and he looks like he’s about to throw up. “It was really full.” I can’t help but laugh, and I quickly cover my mouth.

“It’s not funny,” he says and pulls on the front of his tee-shirt. “I’m covered in piss.”

My shoulders start shaking, and now I’m full-on laughing out loud. I cover my mouth, trying to stifle the giggles. I forgot to tell him about the Pee-pee-Teepee. I try to gain my composure.

“I’m impressed, Garrett. Very impressed.” I nod, and he lets go of his urine-stained shirt and wipes his hands on his jeans.

He ignores my compliment and continues the recount of tonight’s adventure in babysitting. “I’m not sure I put the diaper on right, but at least he’s covered.” He shakes his head and leans against the wall across from me. “He started screaming and crying again with his arms and legs flailing all over the place. I wrapped him really tight in one of his blankets and carried him around the room until he fell asleep. It took about thirty minutes for him to cry this out. But once he stopped, he was out cold.”

“Why did you leave him alone?” I ask, worried that Garrett had a breakdown.

“I had to go to the bathroom,” he replies, embarrassed.

“Oh.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I would have come home sooner to help you.”

“Really?” he asks and looks confused. “I thought you were looking forward to your date with Dick.”

“How did you know where I was? And why did you call him that?” Anger starts to build again when I see a different side of Garrett begin to surface.

“Your aunt told me where you went.” He steps away from the wall and closes the distance between us so we’re toe to toe. “Who is he?” he asks, and the smell of baby pee and whiskey mix in the air in front of me, making my anger grow.

“You shouldn’t have been drinking,” I say firmly and stare daggers into his eyes. I feel his warm breath on my face. “If something happened to Kai—”

“I handled everything, didn’t I?” He raises his voice slightly. “It’s not like I drank a bottle, Sam. It was one mouthful. I needed to calm down.”

“So you medicate with booze?” I snap back. “Remember his mother was an addict. You need to curb what you’re doing around here so you don’t model that type of behavior.” He’s so close to me right now I can’t move. My foot is killing me, and I want to push past him, but I’m boxed in.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do in my own home. If I want to have a shot of whiskey to calm my nerves, I’ll do it a hundred fucking times over.”

“Garrett, you need to calm down,” I say. What has gotten into him?

“Do you know what day it is?” he asks.

“What? It’s Thursday,” I say, wondering why he’s even asking me this question.

“Exactly. It’s Thursday,” he says, and his face softens. “It’s Thursday, Sam.”

Pizza Thursday.

Shit.

He suddenly leans closer, closing the small distance between our mouths. His lips brush against mine and I freeze in place.

“What are you doing?” I breathe.

Garrett

Present

Villanova, Pennsylvania

Age 27

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” she says, and I don’t give her another second to say anything else. I grab the sides of her face, tangling my fingers in her hair, and pull her lips against mine. My kiss is harsh and fast, and I feel her pushing and pulling at me with all of her strength.

I hit the wall behind me, and she takes off, limping down the hall. What the hell just came over me? Why did I do that?

I unclench my fists and try to calm myself down. I couldn’t get the image of her with another guy out of my head all night. When Peggy told me she was out on a date, I almost lost it. I realize I have no right to feel this way, but I feel betrayed. For the past few weeks, we’ve spent so much time together, and she’s had such a positive influence over me. She’s gotten me past my fear of being alone with Kai. She’s guided me on what to do when holding him and caring for him. I’ve been a bumbling idiot and terrified every single time I touch him, but she’s talked me off the ledge and constantly reassures me that I’m doing fine.

It’s Pizza Thursday. Our day.

Jealousy coursed through my veins all night, picturing her with someone else. What’s wrong with me?

Regret sweeps through me. I need to make this right. I hear her downstairs in the kitchen and look for her so I can apologize.

She’s assembling clean bottles and pouring formula into them for the night. She lines them up and grabs the soft cooler from under the cabinet. She puts the filled bottles into the cooler along with two bottles of water for herself. This is her nightly routine, and I don’t dare interrupt her. She’s limping around the kitchen, obviously in pain and flustered by what just happened.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

“You should be.” She snaps back at me. “Why did you kiss me? You shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t—” Her eyes are filled with guilt. The pain on her face is evident.

“Why don’t you sit down. Let me get you some ice.” I walk past her to the freezer and grab an ice pack.

I’m surprised by how quickly she agrees and she hops into the den, throwing herself on the couch. She’s breathing heavily and squirming in pain. “I really think I broke something.” She seems to forget why she was yelling at me a few seconds ago, and I sit on the couch and pull her feet onto my lap.

“Ouch. My God, it hurts bad.”

I look down and see that bruising has already started on the top of her foot, spreading toward her big toe. There’s some swelling, but not a lot. I place the ice gingerly on the spot that looks the worst, and she stiffens. “Cold, cold, cold,” she repeats, and eventually her foot relaxes under the ice pack.

She leans back and props a pillow underneath her head. She’s staring at the ceiling, I’m sure contemplating what insults to hurl my way.

“I don’t know what came over me. I shouldn’t have kissed you,” I apologize again as I carefully hold the ice in place. I look down at her feet and admire how cute they are.

“Don’t look at my feet. They’re gross. I haven’t had a pedicure in months, and I can’t imagine what they look like right now.”

“They’re not bad, considering you just dropped a ten-pound box of formula on one of them.”

She takes a deep breath and tries to stretch out her injured foot. “I should probably go to urgent care or something.”

“Let’s see if the swelling goes down with the ice on it,” I suggest. I don’t want her to leave. “Besides, it’s your driving foot, and I’m sure you won’t be able to get anywhere on your own.”

She looks over at the clock on the wall, and we both notice it’s after ten. “It’s too late to call Peggy,” she says and shifts a little on the couch.

We sit in silence for a while, and I say, “I’m an asshole.”

“Yes, you are,” she replies through a smirk.

“Tonight was really weird for me. After I calmed down Kai, I felt invincible. I almost convinced myself that if I had to, I could do this on my own. I stared at him in his crib, looking peaceful and calm, and it felt good. I was proud of what I could accomplish. You gave me that strength.” Her eyes soften and she smiles.

I realize I’m rubbing her foot softly, and since she’s not complaining, I keep doing it.

“Then I started to panic, thinking about everything and anything that could possibly go wrong. I pictured him screaming and crying in pain again and I felt helpless. I’m not a father. I can’t be a good father. I freaked out and came downstairs to calm down. That’s just before you came in. My emotions were high, and I’m sorry I grilled you about D—I mean Richard.”

She tilts her head so she can look at me. There’s pity on her face, and I don’t like that look. “You did great tonight, Garrett. Seriously. And you did this on your own. I didn’t give you anything you didn’t already have inside yourself.” I want to tell her how wrong she is.

She tries to shift and move her foot.

“Stay still before you hurt yourself more,” I scold her and hold her foot firmly in place on my lap. “For a nurse, you sure are a difficult patient.”

She nods her head. “Yes, I always have been.”

We sit quietly for a few more minutes, and she speaks again.

“Richard means nothing to me, just so you know. I went out with him as a favor to Marcie. He’s her cousin. She’s been bugging me for months. Now who’s the asshole?” She takes a deep breath and her eyes soften. “I’m sorry I missed Pizza Thursday, Garrett. I would have rather been here.” She nestles into the couch further, and I continue to rub her foot.

“I’m sorry,” I say again.

“Things are a bit strange here, huh?” she says, and I shrug my shoulders.

“We’re thrown together like this, and it’s unnatural. We’ve been playing house for months and spending a lot of time together. Is that why you kissed me?” she asks quietly. There’s nothing unnatural about the way I feel about her.

“I don’t know, Sam. It just felt… right. In the moment.” I’ve wanted to claim her lips for so long.

She raises her fingers and slowly brushes her bottom lip. I kissed her so hard they look swollen, puffy. “I’m really sorry,” I say. “It won’t happen again, I promise.”

The look on her face confuses me. Is it regret? Disappointment? Curiosity?

“A little advice: you should warn a girl if you’re going to dive in like that. I think you broke my tooth.” A smile spreads across her face, and I feel the tension leave her body.

“Next time I promise I’ll warn you.” I throw my head back on the leather cushion and sigh. “I’m such an asshole.”

“I’m glad you’re finally admitting it,” she jokes, and I pinch her good foot.

“Owww!” she screeches, and I bring my finger to my lips.

“Please don’t wake him up. Let’s hope he sleeps at least another hour,” I say.

She smiles again and I’m captivated by her. Even in pain, she’s flawless. Her curls cascade around her face, and I have a sudden urge to wrap them around my fingers. She’s cast a spell on me, and I feel weak.

“I’m sorry I got mad at you,” she says. “It’s just, we didn’t get off on the right foot when I first came here. I was so angry with you and your lack of empathy for your own child. I didn’t understand why you couldn’t bring yourself to love him and care for him. I’ve worked with critically ill babies for so long, and I don’t remember ever having to convince a parent to be there for them. You confused me. And worried me.”

Her instincts were right on so many levels. Kai scared me. He still scares me. “If I avoided everything, I thought it would go away.”

“That’s cowardice,” she says.

“I know.”

“When you told me about your parents’ reaction to Kai, it made me happy. Your mom gave you good advice.” She smiles warmly, “She seems like a great lady.”

My parents were supposed to come visit Kai several weeks ago, but they changed their plans when Bill got sick. He was in bed with the flu for almost ten days, and they decided to wait a little while longer before coming up. They’re worried about bringing germs with them. I FaceTimed with them last week, and they were so happy to lay eyes on a sleeping Kai. My mother had tears in her eyes when she saw him in my arms.

“She is. She’s been through a lot in her life, and she got through it all with shining colors. Bill has been a great husband and father to me, and I’m grateful for that. Even though I don’t show it as much as I should—or ever.”

“You’re lucky, Garrett. You have two parents here to love you and Kai.” Her face is solemn, and I feel compelled to ask about her parents again. The last time I did, she shut it down. She’s reluctant to reminisce, and I feel intrusive when I ask.

“Yeah. My gene pool isn’t perfect, but I shouldn’t complain about where I’ve come from.” Now I want to change the subject because the thought of my birth father makes my skin crawl.

Her eyes are heavy, and she looks like she’s about to fall asleep.

“I’ll make you a deal,” I say, surprising myself.

“What?” she says groggily.

“Take the rest of the night off. Completely. I’ll stay with Kai in his room, and you can sleep in the guest room.” For once, she’ll get a good night sleep without any interruptions. I want to do this for her.

She raises her eyebrows and shakes her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea. You haven’t done a complete overnight with him ever. I’m usually an arms-length away. I don’t think you know what you’re agreeing to.”

Neither do I, but I continue, “If I can make it through, we can talk about a schedule so I can give you back some time to yourself. You’ve been caring tirelessly for Kai for months, and most of the time you’ve done it on your own.”

She nods in agreement, but she still looks worried.

“Do we have a deal?” I press, and she slowly nods again as she yawns.

“I’ll sleep right here,” she says. “No need for me to mess up one of the other guest rooms. Besides, I don’t think I can walk upstairs again.” She tenses her leg, and the ice pack slides from her foot. The swelling hasn’t gone down yet, and the bruising is darker, more pronounced.

I carefully slide her foot from my lap and stand up. She looks alarmed as I stand over her and scoop her into my arms. “What are you doing?” she asks.

“Put your arms around my neck and hold on tight.” I take a step forward, and she does as I say. Her arms slip around my neck and she settles into my chest.

“You don’t have to carry me,” she says sleepily.

“You’re right, I don’t.” I pretend I’m going to drop her, and she squeals and tightens her grip around my neck, burrowing her head into my chest.

“Hey!” she says playfully. “Not funny.”

I take my time walking up the vast staircase. I want to savor our connection as long as I can. We reach the first guest room on the left, and I open the door. A large king-sized bed is across the room in the center of the wall. Pillows are piled high, and the oversized down comforter looks so inviting.

“I don’t think I’ve ever been in this room,” she says as I carry her toward the bed.

“I’m not sure I have either.” I chuckle. The house is huge, and this is one of nine bedrooms on this floor. “I’m not sure anyone has.”

I know Peggy keeps all of the rooms in pristine shape, so the sheets and bedding are clean and fresh, regardless if the door has ever been opened to anyone else.

I pull back the covers with a free hand and slowly lower her onto the bed. She stares into my eyes as I reluctantly place her down. She is casting a spell on me, and I don’t want to leave her. Her eyes are heavy and I know she’s tired, but I don’t want to let her go. I release her and lean over her to grab one of the spare pillows. I brush against her breasts and she shudders.

“You cold?” I ask, knowing she’s reacting to me.

“A little,” she whispers.

I gently raise her foot and place the oversized pillow under it. “Try to keep it elevated, okay?” I say and reluctantly remove my hand from her leg.

“Okay,” she says and closes her eyes. I pull the covers over her, but not before I take in the beauty of her entire body. Long, lean legs. Perfectly toned. Narrow hips and soft, toned stomach. Her breasts are small but full, leading to an elegantly long neck. I lick my lips, trying not to act on my urges.

“Goodnight,” I say, forcing myself to leave the room.

“Good luck,” she says and turns onto her side.

I rush downstairs to grab the cooler from the counter and return to the second floor. I change my shirt before I head back into Kai’s room. He’s fussing in his crib but not crying.

“Hey, little dude,” I say as I approach the crib. He’s staring at the stuffed Dalmatian intently. He’s still swaddled so tight. I’m amazed. He grunts when I pick him up and continues to squirm in my arms. After I struggle through another diaper change, we settle into his chair so I can feed him. I’ve only done this a few times completely on my own, and I’m suddenly terrified.

What if he cries again? Or chokes?

What if I can’t handle this?

I loosen his blankets and adjust him in my arms. He takes the bottle immediately and begins sucking it down like I’ve never seen him do before. Before I know it, the bottle is gone and he’s been burped successfully several times. He’s passed out on my shoulder, and I begin rocking the chair slowly back and forth.

As I close my eyes, I relive the mistakes I made today. I vow to keep Sam at a comfortable distance so I don’t scare her off. I also vow to keep the booze locked up, at least for a while. I inhale deeply and for once, I don’t smell spit-up or sour milk.

Today was a good day.

SOFT SNORING WAKES ME UP and Kai is still out cold. He’s warm and nestled tightly into my chest. But the snoring isn’t coming from him. Did I imagine it?

I open my eyes further and see Sam asleep on the bed across from me. I also notice that an extra blanket is draped over me and Kai. She’s curled up on her side, and her foot is resting high up on a pillow. Her mouth is open slightly and soft noises escape her perfect lips.

I could stare at her like this forever. I’m holding my son and Sam is here with us. I take a mental picture of our unconventional ‘family,’ and I don’t want this ever to end. I don’t know how we wound up here, together, but it feels right, and I will do what I can to protect this moment. Bottle it up so I can remember the peace that I feel right now. With Kai. With Sam.

Kirsten’s words from not too long ago ring in my ears.

Love will find you at a time and place when you least expect it.