"And did you?" Callum asked softly. "Let me go?"
Samantha shook her head, tears blurring her vision. "I'm trying. But how do I do that when part of you lives in her? When I see your eyes looking back at me from her face?"
Callum's hand moved to cup her cheek, his thumb gently wiping away a tear. "Maybe letting go doesn't mean forgetting. Maybe it means carrying forward what matters most."
"I'm afraid," she confessed. "Afraid that I'll forget the sound of your voice, the way your eyes crinkled when you smiled, the feel of your hand in mine. Afraid that Nova will never know you except through stories that can't possibly capture who you really were."
"Then tell her the best stories," he suggested, continuing their slow dance. "Not just about how I....",his voice trailed off. "but how I lived. How we lived, together."
