“There is a reason you didn’t die that day,′ I said with compassion, devotion, ‘and it had nothing to do with cowardice. You deserved to live, and every day after that, because you had a purpose – and yes, you still had a family.’ I pressed his hand firmer against my heart. ‘I am your family, Atticus, and you are mine, and if you believe in fate, you’d see we were meant to meet, that everything that has happened to bring us together, was meant to be.”
