That was her picture, the memory Kelsey would take with her, quiet and comforting amid all the colors and the pageantry.
“What are you doing?”
Kelsey said nothing at first, simply took Gabe’s hand in hers. She should have known he would walk into the scene and make himself part of the memory. “Taking a picture. I don’t want all this to get lost with the parties and the press and the pressure.”