Rose and I, we experienced a life-altering trauma that no one but us believed. We had faith in each other’s words because we’d gone through it together. That event had bonded us. So here, when I come to visit now, I tell her about the good. I talk about Alistair getting married, knowing it would send her over the fucking moon to know the angry man she’d called the “big brother” had finally let someone love him. Even though he’d hate it, I tell her about Thatcher, about Lyra, who I think she would be best friends with. I make sure she knows I’m looking out for Sage, even though Rook is doing a
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