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.