Fiona
“We will visit again, soon,” my father says softly, kissing my forehead. I don’t really want them to leave yet, but as I yawn, I know I need to rest like Ethan said. I’m still healing and have had a busy day.
“Okay,” I mutter, then hug Aaron as he wraps himself around me.
He smiles down at me, tucks a bit of hair behind my ear, and leans in, “If you need anything, you have my number. Don’t hesitate to call, okay? Anytime. Any place. Got it?”
His serious tone almost has me tearing up again, but I just nod and hug him tighter. I know a lot of people would want their older brothers to leave them alone, but I have twenty-five years to make up for.
“And mine. I’ll be here, baby girl. If you need anything.”
They’d both taken my phone and input their numbers in, which had my heart
