Connor
"He didn't leave us alone," I held the sides of his face and brushed his hair away from his forehead in an attempt to give him his clean cut look, then wiped his tears with the pads of my thumb, "He left us together and even though it took some time we found each other. We have Grandma Isla and Grandpa Hamish as well as Aunt Fiona now. We have a family who have enough memories for the both of us."
He closed his eyes and sniffed, "At least we have each other."
"Always Denny boy," I pressed a kiss to his forehead, "Maybe Isla and Hamish know what really happened between our parents for things to escalate to that point. Even though we can't have Mum at least we can try to understand what happened."
He nodded and sighed, "I don't know how you did it."
"Did what?" I raised my eyebrow as I gave him my handkerchief.
"Keep me alive in all of this," he sighed.
