Jamie looked at the small head and then glanced at Enola. The girl was alive because of them and it was because she was theirs that she was still alive.
It was still a struggle and sometimes - like now - he wasn't sure what he was doing and if this was really the right thing to do. But what was 'right' anyway?
"Yes, I'll be here. I'm always here." And everywhere. Cupping the back of Izzy's head in his palm, he carried her into the bedroom.