" All of our children rise. Not only to their feet. They rise to the table, pushing dishes aside, goblets tipping over, but their eyes only on Ben. Staring down at him, as though he is the only one who matters. He matters above a dish. Above a chair. Above a glass, above themselves.
Charlie is the one who extends his hand. 'We, too, love you, Ben. "

― Becca Ritchie , Some Kind of Perfect (Calloway Sisters #5)