“Lucy.” I stop and look back at him. “If you’ve remembered something, and you want to talk to someone, you can still talk to me.” I open my mouth, but nothing comes out. I’m not sure what I expected, but that wasn’t it. “I…” He sighs and slides his hands into his pockets. He looks sad, which is an emotion I haven’t seen in him in a long time. I’ve forgotten what he looks like when he’s not just a little bit scared. “Maybe I didn’t handle things right. I don’t know. But I meant what I said back then. It’s okay.”
