I wish he would spit it out already. The wait is killing me.
Glancing down, I realize that he's still holding my hand.
"You've always held a special place in my heart, Gracie. I've watched you grow from a little girl with a curious mind into a beautiful, smart, engaging young woman. What happened to your parents was a tragedy. I've never dealt with such grief and to watch you go through it alone nearly broke my heart. I think the only reason we survived was because we had each other. I think our relationship is stronger, closer, deeper because we made it through hell together."
His words resonate in my head. Feeling jittery, I jerk my head in agreement. My mouth is so dry that I couldn't speak if I tried.
"But it feels as though our relationship has shifted. It doesn't feel like we're uncle and niece anymore. I think we have more of an adult relationship now." He pauses before adding, "A friendship."