How many waves are in the ocean?” “Infinite,” I murmur. “And how many mistakes will we make?” “Infinite.” “We can’t change the past,” Remi says, calm and clear. “We can only change what we do now.” Her arms are wrapped tightly around me still. She hasn’t let go. I told her the truth, and she hasn’t let go. She’s still here with me, holding me, accepting me, in spite of it all.
