Alone in the dark
Missing a spark
Dreaming and wanting
Anticipating
Dare to survive
To keep hope alive
It’s not a riddle
No mystery in time
I know the answer
You were made to be mine
Love is on fire
Burning desire
A flame burning bright
To light up the night
You are my meaning
No longer just dreaming
I’m wide awake
I’m yours to take
It’s not a riddle
No mystery in time
I know the answer
You were made to be mine
“Did you write that for Dad?” Claire asked when Rachel finished singing.
“No, for Addy.” Rachel set the brush down. They were on the couch together. While she’d been singing, she’d been combing out Claire’s wet hair. “I didn’t love anybody at the time.”
“Addy told me that it was only Dad for you.”
“I had affection for a few,” Rachel said. “But I never gave my heart to anyone but your dad.”
“And for Addy, was it only Collin?” Claire asked.
“It was. And it was Collin for Addy too, even after he was with Miranda, but by then it was too late.”
“Why?”
When Claire asked the obvious follow-up question, I cringed at Rachel’s answer.