“That’s how I know this isn’t real,” he goes on thickly, tightly, his voice on the verge of breaking once more. “It’s just a-a symptom of our grief. Because of how much you’ve come to depend on me, and how much I’ve enabled it.” And I shake my head harder, tears clogging my throat, stinging my eyes. “No. No.” It’s not true. It’s not. “Because…because you and I both know that if she were here, I wouldn’t even be an option.”
