“That’s the thing about being loved, kid. It ties you to people.” Nash sees me then, but he doesn’t let go of Avery’s hand. “And once you’re tied to one of us, you’re tied to all of us. And the thing about Hawthornes is…” I sit down next to him, take her hand with him. “Hawthornes never,” Nash Hawthorne tells my comatose sister, “let go.”
