“Because even then, I knew you,” Lenny declares. “Your heart is not hollow. I listen for it in the silence. I find myself trying to memorize its unique pattern and hating that I can’t.” His words are a proverbial shake to the shoulders, and Mara cannot seem to look away. “Blair, do you understand?” He swallows. “I would know you by the beat of your heart alone. And I think that should count for something.”
