“Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.”

“Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.”

“He lifted a hand to her face, running a fingertip across her cheekbone and down to her mouth. It lingered for a moment before he dropped his hand to his side. "I'll be here.”

“Jenny," he whispered. "My Jenny.”

“You are mine." He spoke against her lips. "You always have been. You always will be.”

“I know." He leaned back, looking into her eyes. "But I'm not going anywhere, Jenny. I'll fight to stay with you.”