" ...I clutched her hand and pulled it to my chest. " Make me a promise, Reagan," I whispered. " Anything, name it." " If I ever treat you anything less than precious, promise that you'll tell me so and remind me of this conversation." " I promise, and promise me that you'll do the same." We linked our fingers as we did sitting in my car, which seemed like a lifetime ago. The feeling of that connection was the last thing I was aware of before we both drifted off to sleep. "