do this.”
I smiled.
“Actually, I can.”
“But why?”
I laughed softly.
Because the answer was so simple.
“Because twenty years ago you saw value in someone nobody else did.”
Fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
“Tyler, that was one dance.”
“No.”
I shook my head.
“It was kindness.”
The room became quiet again.
Then Charlotte said something I never forgot.
“I wasn’t trying to save anyone.”
“I know.”
“Then why does it matter so much?”
I thought about that.
About grief.
About loneliness.
About second chances.
About the frightened
