Her smile is sad. “I’m sorry that I’m the first to give you a gift.” “I’m not.” The words fall quickly from my lips. “I would have waited another nineteen years if it meant you were the first good memory I was gifted.” Hazel eyes wander up to mine. “But you deserve more than one good memory.” “Then it’s a good thing I’m planning on keeping you around.” She smiles at me, seeming to brighten the darkening alley around us. “I would like that very much, Mak.”
