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"Okay," I said, laying the book in hed and nodded "It makes you think It "

"But?" I asked, knowing there was a ‘but’ co

"But…I don’t understand at least ninety-six percent of it" He chuckled, placing the book down

"What do you want to be, Tristan?"

He turned to me and narrowed his eyes, uncertain what I ain "We never really talk about ant, and I’ed, unable to answer "I don’t know I mean, in the past I was a father A husband But now…I have no clue"

My lips released a quiet sigh, and I frowned "I wish you could see in yourself what I see when I look at you"

"What do you see?"

"A fighter Strength Courage Someone who loves deep and loves hard Soet messy When I look at you, I see endless possibilities You’re sed I shookyou set your ; you could do so with that"

"I was," he said "My dad and I were starting our business up, and the day of the accident, he and I were flying to New York toour business partners"

"And nothing came of it?"

He shook his head "We didn’t even make it to New York We had a layover in Detroit, and e touched down and turned on our cell phones, we had a ton of es about Jamie and Charlie"

"That’s so--"

"It was the worst day of my life"

Before I could reply, I heard the sound of footsteps running down the hallway

"Ma her camera in one hand and thite feathers in her other hand

"You’re supposed to be sleeping, roaned "I know, Mama, but look! Thite feathers!"

"Oh, it looks like Daddy is giving you a few kisses," I said

She shook her head "No, Mama These aren’t from Daddy" Emma walked over to Tristan and handed him the feathers "They are from Tristan’s family"