Because that’s what Rafe Mendoza has done for me. He’s given me a new world to live for, and new hope every day. He’s given me a new family that welcomes me with open arms. They don’t care that I had the world’s silliest job in the past. What’s important is that I’m here now, and I want to help.
And Rafe? Rafe is amazing. He’s the best man in the world. I don’t care that he’s a contract killer and that’s how these men make a living. I don’t care that sometimes Rafe has to leave in the middle of the night to mete out justice. That’s how they make the money to save these women and men that are in hiding here. I like to believe that the good that they’re doing far outweighs the bad, and when I’m handed a crying child that was born to a once-crack-addicted mother from a whorehouse? When I look into that baby’s eyes, I see the life we can give it. The hope we can give it. This child isn’t going to grow up on the streets selling itself to pedophiles to make its mother enough money for a drug hit. It’s going to grow up here in an island paradise made safe by men who risk their lives to make their new family one worth coming home to.
Because the Tears of God is all about hope. And to me, Rafe is about hope. He’s my life, and my love. I look into his eyes and see the hungry way he looks at me, and I know I’m looking at him the same way. And I can’t regret a single moment, a single hour, a single minute of our time together.
Rafe’s my life, and I’m his. May we go on forever this way.