On her feet were the socks I’d left outside her door. She wore them all the time, and every time I saw them, I had to try not to smile. Smiling would give it away and she would know for sure that it’d been me. Then she’d probably decide never to wear them again and let her toes freeze off just to spite me. I liked that about her—her stubbornness—but it also drove me insane. She drove me insane.
