"God, has Heather seen this?"
"I gave her a copy of it a few years back, it was close to the anniversary of his death and I thought it would help her get through it a little better if she had something happy to remember him by."
I reached up and hugged his neck, crying softly into his neck as he held me tenderly.
I heard him softly whisper before I fell back asleep in his arms, "A promise is a promise."
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