“I’ve never seen the one in your head,” he replied, sounding sincere. “But I know what we saw that day, Liz, and if you say that’s her, then I believe you.” “You do?” “Yeah.” He leaned back to look at me. “I do.” “I think you might be the first person who ever has,” I whispered, fingers knotting in his hoodie. “Thanks.” “Don’t thank me for believing you,” he replied, sounding pained.
