“Where?” Tito asks.
“With mommy.” She starts to cry, and I look at Tito, confused.
“We didn’t say that, Sailor. We want to make a new home with you.”
“New?” She chokes out between sobs.
“Yes. We’re never coming back here, not if you don’t want to.” I promise, and she begins to calm down.
“Does that sound good to you?” Tito asks, and she nods before pulling him close to us. We hold one another like this for a while, tears of new beginnings and old goodbyes wrapped into a profound awareness of our love for each other.
A love that takes you by surprise, a love that persists against all odds, a love that was always meant to be.