How the Light Gets In (Cracks Duet #2)(58)

For a brief time, his sunshine and cheerfulness, his brazenness and sass, had lit up my world.

Somehow, the short video purged all my lingering, hidden sadness, but I sensed it was cathartic for Dylan, too. For years, he’d felt guilty for Sam’s death. This was his way of getting it all out, of paying tribute. His way of healing. Of understanding that his heart was pure.

I glanced at the man beside me and fell in love even deeper, because he’d flicked the switch. He’d turned on the light bulb in my mind, shown me a new way of thinking just like he did when we were teenagers.

Only this time, I didn’t hate the world. I didn’t see the cracks.

I saw all the beautiful, flawed and wonderful parts that held them all together.

End.