“That guitar pick you have over there. It’s blue, right? Sparkly?” “Yeah.” I picture Everly cradling it in her hands like it’s something priceless. Her favorite memento. One I bought myself, years ago. It was special. Sara even gave it a name. Jewel. “It’s hers.” My sidekick. “I know.” “Take care of it for her, okay? Her answer is no more than a whisper. “Always.”
