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Cooper found a few photos of his mom, and one sits tucked into his grandpa’s picture frame.
I find him looking at me from across the table hungrily, and I grin. He fights a smile, leaning back in his chair and placing his hands behind his head.
God, he’s so fucking hot.
I feel like a teenager again. Hot and bothered by the jock who happened to pay me even an ounce of attention.
We may have lost some of our story to grief. To time. To a whole list of things we didn’t deal with well. But we had each other once, and we have each other again.
And I vow to wake up every single day, never letting either of us forget that life has a funny way of bringing us back home.
Till death do us part.
