“I don’t want you to turn your back on Liz,” he croaked out weakly. “I don’t want her to not be my friend.” “Maybe Liz will come around,” Claire offered in a hopeful tone. “When she’s not so sad anymore.” “She’s never not going to be sad,” Gibsie replied, sniffling again. “Trust me, that kind of sadness never goes away. The world just stops seeing it.”
