"Shh shh shh," Flick said, stepping back and putting his hands on her cheek, rubbing his thumbs against her skin and then back through her hair. "I get it. I get it."

He took a shaky breath. "My baby, my Isabelle, I just wanted you to come back," he told her, nodding. "And you did. You scared the fuck out of me but I can get over that."

He leaned closer and kissed her forehead and pressed his cheek against her cheek. "Goddammit, I'm so glad you're here."