He looked down at her hand. He looked at his. He shook his head and laid it back down on the rail.
That was the only reason he didn’t see Michelle open her eyes.
“Sean?” she said in a voice that was crusty and weak from long disuse.
He lifted his head once more. His gaze met hers.
The tears came.
From both of them.
“I’m here, Michelle. I’m right here.”
He had his miracle.