“I believe I once said you couldn’t top Bones, and I was wrong. This… this is a masterpiece. This has more heart than anything you’ve ever written.” At that, he slowly looks up at me, his gray-blue eyes full of emotion, his wavy hair tousled as if he has been running his hands through it all evening. “That’s because you’re on every page.” He says it softly, and my chest aches.
