“Eli keeps showing me random things,” he repeated, and I felt myself soften even as my heart lurched wildly. I could not resist the lure of Eli, of hearing about him, even if it was all a fairytale told by a man who I really wanted to hate. “Like what?” I whispered, not able to help myself. “His toes in the dirt, chicken noodle soup, Legos, pine cones, and Calico. Always Calico.”
