“Scarlett. Lycka till!” Good luck. “Thanks,” I reply, too weakly for the sound to carry. “I’ll need it.” “No, you won’t,” Lukas says, clearly amused. “What did I tell you?” “Many things.” For reasons that probably only Sam could list, I’m already crying. A couple of fat, lonely tears. “Which one are you referring to?” He shakes his head. His fingers come up to dry my cheeks, and my heart swells so much and so fast, I feel as though I could take flight. “In the palm of your hand, Scarlett. From the very start.”
