42. Michael
MICHAEL
I keep a hold of Alice as I guide her toward the bakery I spotted when I flew into Minneapolis a few days ago.
A few days ago.
How quickly life can change.
Still walking, I lean over and press a kiss to the top of Alice’s head.
I need to remember that she’s new to this life of fame.
And that I dragged her into it, without giving her an option, so I need to make it worth it.
I need Alice to understand how precious she is to me.
Every day.
Alice leans into me, and I feel her slide her fingers into my pants pocket, her own way of holding me close.
I kiss her hair again.
Alice tips her face back. “What’s that for?”
“I don’t need a reason,” I reply, and she rolls her lips together, trying to smother a smile.