“I do, for some of us. For others, if things don’t work, or you lose someone, there’s another.
But for some there’s the one, beginning to end. No one else can fit. No one else gets into the
heart the same way, and lives there.”
“Yeah. No one else. But you’re not always the one back.” She thought of Del, then made
herself shake it off. “Do you miss him, still? Your Charlie?”
“Every day. Thirty-three years this November. I miss him every day. But I had him, didn’t
I? I had my one. Not everyone can say that.You can.”
Slowly, Laurel shifted her gaze over.