"I'll be right here," he promised her. "Within sight, excluding bathroom breaks, I promise. And I have to check on—we've got someone in the house who had a crisis a couple days ago so I'm checking on them regularly, but that's it, we don't have to do anything else today."
He knew how she hated crying in front of other people, and how far she had been pushed that she was doing it now without protest, curled against his chest as she cried. "I'll tell you again when we're happy, we'll tell each other whenever we think of it," he told her as he smoothed her hair back. "We'll say it all the time, we'll set alarms in case we forget. But we won't forget." Two commandments, remember and keep. "We'll never get used to it."