David gave Isaac a pat on the back and spoke, “It was Amy’s idea to call you two aunt and uncle, and it’s because she loved you two that much. I’m glad we set up that legal guardianship. Even though… things changed, I can think of no one better than you to watch over her.”
Isaac glanced back at Amy, who was engrossed in the videogame.
“You’re a survivor, Isaac. You always have been, even since back when we were kids. You’ve got someone watching over you.”
Isaac’s eyelid twitched. “Someone on my shoulders.”
“Things are not good. This city is falling apart. Charlotte and I… I’m just glad to know that Amy will always have someone to look after her… someone I can trust,” David continued.
Isaac couldn’t find any words to say. An image flashed in his mind, him holding baby Samantha in his arms….
Isaac’s fingers gripped the wood railing of the porch tightly. His knuckles turned white. For a brief second, he stood hard as a rock, every muscle taut. The tension released.
“You can trust me. I’ll always have your back.” He turned to David and gave him a reassuring smile. “But it won’t be necessary. Everything will be fine.” Isaac’s words felt hollow.
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