“You know,” he said, gripping the wheel with both hands, even though they weren’t going anywhere. “I think this has been the worst week of my life, because I’m going to lose you, and I don’t want to lose you.” He cleared the lump in his throat. “But, it’s also been the best week of my life, because I got to spend it with you.” “Me too,” she said again. Same words, completely different somehow, another language. “Good.” Billy clicked his tongue. “Glad we agree.” “Yep. Same page.”
