“One day she’s going to leave and you’ll realize you’ve done nothing to make her stay,” Saoirse said. The truth of it landed like a harpoon to my chest. The maelstrom of confusion that had flashed across Lark’s face as she scrambled off my lap. She’d run away without looking back. And she’d probably do it again when her film finished in the summer. Resigned, I crossed my arms. “You’re right. One day soon, she will leave.” I was terrified she’d take my heart with her.
