“I need you to know that this is not goodbye. That when you get back to the city, I will most likely be at your doorstep, wanting to see you. Wanting to hang out. Just wanting to talk. I’ve grown accustomed to having you around, and I can’t just go without talking. How do you feel about that?” “I feel the same.” “You do?” I ask, surprised. “Yes. I do.” “Okay…good. That’s—” “But I’m also hesitant,” she adds. “And I get that, and I know that earning your trust is something I’ll have to work on.” “I trust you, Wilder.”
