she reached up and covered my cheek with her small hand. “You’re good on the inside.” “So are you, Liz.” “No, Hugh.” She shook her head sadly. “I’m not.” Frowning, I draped an arm around her and pulled her close. “Why would you say that, Liz?” Shivering, she rested her forehead against mine and whispered, “Because it’s the truth.” “Nope.” Shifting closer, I rested my hand on her cheek. “It’s not even close to being the truth.”
