JOHNNY'S POV
"Little Janette," I mumbled, squatting over her grave, laying a basket of flowers and lighting a candle for her. "Daddy's here for a visit again, sweetheart," I whispered, kissing my hand and pressing it against her gravestone.
I may not be able to hold her, but I promised to never forget her. To always visit on her birthdays, and whenever I could.
I came to them too late. I should've been a better man sooner. If I had, maybe I could've saved her.
A soft hand rested on my shoulder, then moved up to my cheek, gentle and warm. I didn’t have to look to know who it was—only one person could calm me like that with just a touch.
Cassidy North-Miles. My wife. My queen. The only woman I'll ever love.
"The kids are having a war in the car. Their monsters are hungry, Daddy," she s
