I take Phoebe’s hand and squeeze it, and she looks up at me. “Everything is going to be fine, Phoebe.”

“I’m not sure.”

“I have faith in the love you and Jack share,” I tell her with confidence.

Jack was a dumb seventeen-year-old when he met and fell for Phoebe. No one believed in their love story. I know I didn’t at first. But he proved to everyone that love was more than age or social class or even educational level. He was loyal to Phoebe, and he loved her all these years. I saw love change a boy into a man and I still believe in that love.

“I...