“Something good is coming out of this, then. You realized what you wanted.” “I always knew, Stella. I always wanted you.” Perhaps I shouldn’t say it. I’ve kept it in for so long now, though, that it’s impossible to hold back. What does it matter, anyway? I’ll be getting on a plane in twenty-four hours, and then it’ll be too late to say anything at all. Carrie ducks her head, hiding behind her hair. “And I always wanted you, too.”
