would do upon hearing a new language is find a way to translate it. I can picture her in the library, poring over a dictionary. My chest tenses. Those were words I meant to keep secret … “My heart searches for you, too, Ez,” she whispers. “Let me find you.” As much as I wish I could sweep her into my arms and tell her again and again and again that I’m right here, the mirror beckons me forward. “I’ll be back soon.” “I’ll be waiting for you,” Rose says and lets me go. “I promise.” With her promise giving me the strength I need, I take one step forward and enter Spring.
