" I wish he could see his son.” Paul brushed at the tears on her cheeks. “He sees him, baby. He’s got the best seat in the house.” “Yeah,” she said, the tears flowing. “Yeah, I guess.” Paul slipped his arm under her shoulders and held her to him while she softly cried, and he unconsciously dropped his own tears onto her hair. “Let’s "
― Robyn Carr , Whispering Rock (Virgin River, #3)