My attention drifts back to Adam, a lump growing in my throat. He’s watching me, hazel eyes wide, tall and handsome in his suit. But I can see the freckle-faced boy underneath the height and squared jaw, that kid I walked up to the day the loneliness of losing my best friends became something I had to let go of. I saw something in him, some kindred thing that came true, and knowing I don’t have the words to properly convey what that’s meant to me makes me want to cry.
