Wilson drove down a dirt road and stopped at a clearing near the lake. We got out and stood in the tall grass near a tree, enjoying the warmth. The breeze was cool and the air smelled of pine. The sun sparkled on the water.
"I'll always take care of you," Wilson told me.
"Really?" My heart soaked it in, "Do you really mean that?'
"Of course. I wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it."