“I haven’t told anyone the truth yet, but I guess … I guess I’m going to die soon anyway, so fuck it. I want to show you who I really am, Kaycee. I’m going to let go completely.” Joules stretches his arm out, so that I can see the bright red mark on his wrist, the one shaped like a smudged heart. It’s an exact match to the one I saw on Lake’s wrist when I passed by in the hallway.
