For the next five days, I wouldn’t let Spencer out of my sight. She cried a lot, and I was there, wrapped around her like an anchor. I knew she was mourning her parents’ death all over again, and processing Jackson’s death along with that. Not to mention trying to make peace with all the women who died as they were caught up in the storm.
I too channeled my thoughts into files in an attempt to organize what I could. There were so many unanswered questions, but the rest would just have to work out on its own.
We had a long road ahead of us, but at least Spencer was okay, and so was I. She was one of the strongest women I had ever met, and I knew she was exactly what I needed in life.
I looked down at her asleep in the bed and stroked her hair back from her face then kissed her cheeks. Sh
