“I know you’re scared,” she whispers, fingering through my hair and winding it together. “Pretending to know what you went through won’t make it better, and arguing for you to let me in doesn’t take it away.” I bite the inside of my cheek as she fixes my hair, reminding me of all the times I’d done just this same thing for her. When did she grow up? “But I think Silas could be good for you, Coraline. I think you could be good for him too. The both of you reek of sadness.”
