Just, “I know.”
Then he looked at me and said, “I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure you never feel that alone again.”
Rose was sitting in her chair by the window, watching all of us with the satisfied look of a woman who had dragged order back into the world with sheer force of will.
Our daughter wrapped her tiny hand around Jack’s thumb.
He started crying.
And I realized something in that moment.
I used to think the most important person in this story would be my husband.
He wasn’t.
It was Rose.
She showed up when everything went wrong. She stood beside me when I had nobody else. Then she made sure Jack understood exactly what it meant to fail us.
