Mr. Gray had gone still. Voice careful, he said, “Gansey?” The very last name on the last of the pages. She just chewed on her lower lip. “Does he know?” She shook her head, just a little. “Do you know how long?” She shook her head again. His eyes were heavy on her, and then he just sighed and nodded, the solidarity of being the one left behind, the one not on the list. Finally, he said, “A lot of promises get broken, Blue.”
