“Aren’t you afraid she’ll fly away?” Truthfully, Verity sounds more nervous about it than I do. I’m not sure when that happened. “Yes,” I confess. But I look at Effie—at her wide eyes and craned neck as she takes in this big, wide world—and say, “I’d rather lose something I love than condemn it to a lifetime in a cage.” When Verity glances back, I give her a wink. “You taught me that.”
