“Savannah,” I say her name, but she doesn’t look up at me. “Look at me, sweetheart.” Her head slowly comes up, and I see the same look she had last night. The turmoil, the hurt, the pain, all of the stress on her shoulders. “You did nothing wrong.”

“I can’t do it.” She blinks and then swallows slowly. “I can’t regret it. Ethan, he’s …”

“He’s the best kid there is, and he’s got the best father,” I say, and she just nods. I get up, grabbing my coffee. “I’m going to head to the shower.”

“Okay,” she whispers. “I bought you new shower stuff.” Say what you want about her, but she has to have the biggest heart, and she takes care of the people she cares about. We’ve been best friends forever, and in the past seven years, we’ve gotten even closer. I’ve been around for the colic and the teething. I’ve spent more nights on her couch than I can count, and we’ve eaten dinner together most nights of the week.

Walking down the hall to the door right next to Ethan’s bedroom, I enter the bathroom and close the door behind me. I spend extra time in the shower, letting the hot water run down my neck, and when I get out, I grab a towel and then wrap it around my waist. As I open the door, I hold the towel at the side to make sure it doesn’t slip down. I smell bacon as soon as I head to the kitchen, and when she sees me, her mouth falls open. “I forgot to grab my clothes.” Walking to her room, I go into her small walk-in closet and spot the white button-down shirt hanging over the pair of blue pants right away. I walk back into the bathroom, then slip on my boxers and finish getting dressed.

When I walk back out, she’s sitting at the island eating, and a plate is right next to her with food piled on it for me. “You didn’t have to make breakfast,” I say, sitting down next to her, and she looks over.

“I figured you would need your strength.” She tries to joke, but it comes out with a sob, and I take her in my arms.

“Why are you crying?” I ask her as she lays her head on my shoulder.

“I don’t want to lose you,” she says so softly that if she wasn’t whispering in my ear, I wouldn’t have heard her.

“You won’t lose me,” I say. I don’t add that she’ll never lose me. You won’t ever lose me because I love you right down to the depth of my soul. She pulls away from me and gets off her stool.