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 said, lifting my chin with her finger like she owned me. And, honestly, she did. "Come on."She held out her hand. I took it.I stood and cupped her face, staring at her until my chaotic thoughts settled. S
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