I stopped.

Julian took my hand.

It took me a long time to believe what you kept saying: you picked me before you knew.

I cried exactly as predicted.

I’m glad Dad’s watch found you. But I’m more glad you would’ve kept me if it hadn’t.

There it was.

The sentence that mattered more than every coincidence.

I know Dad loved me. I know he loved you too. I also know he made mistakes that hurt people. Thank you for letting me know the whole person instead of turning him into a saint because he died.