“I can’t believe we’re here,” I finally whisper. “I thought we’d have a little more time.” “Me too,” he says and then moves toward me, pulling me into a tight hug. “But it’s for the best. This is what you want.” “And you want it too, right?” I ask, feeling something tug on my heart. It’s insistent and almost painful, but I have to ignore it. He swallows and blinks, taking far too long to answer. “Yeah. I want what you want, Skye.” I’m not sure I like that answer, but I let it go.
