When Nevaeh tries to stand, I grab her hands to help her. “Slowly,” I say through a shaky breath. “We need to…” Fuck, I can’t think. We need to call someone… go somewhere. My brain isn’t cooperating.
“Wait!” She grabs a piece of paper from the table. “I can’t forget my list.”
I laugh, nodding in agreement. Over the years Nevaeh has created and deleted more lists than I can count. But this list is one I approve of, since it tells us what we need to do, and right now, I can’t think straight.
I glance at the piece of paper at the first item on the list.
“Breathe, Ethan,” Nevaeh says with a smile. “We got this… together. Always.”
THE END