I may have forgotten what I have seen, but there are things I won’t allow myself not to know. Like how I know that even though I will never be a person for whom there is only one other, the holy runner I’ve chosen will be the one who is with me through it all. That on the day I fear the most—the day my brother takes his place in the bogs, the day I stop being a sister forever—Cross will be holding my hand the way Exlee held Nik’s when we sent Adam away.
