After a long, quiet moment he sighs, really, really looking at me. “Your heart,” he says solemnly. “Yes…” We’ve been over this, I think. It’s his…Does he not believe me? “I told you—” “Something that’s all yours,” he interrupts. “Something you should be proud of,” he says, pressing his forehead to mine. “That is what I should have said on the night of the fundraiser when you asked.”
