That at some point, between the first morning and the next, and the next, and the next, he thought she was gone. Addie throws her arms around him now. “I’m so sorry,” she says, and it is not just for the stolen week. It is for the deal, the curse, the fact it is her fault. “I’m sorry,” she says, over and over, and Henry doesn’t shout, doesn’t rage, doesn’t even say I told you so. He simply holds her tight, and says, “Enough,” says, “Promise me,” says, “Stay.”
