I watch her face. She looks pained by what she’s saying. “I know it was selfish of me, but I had to try. I’ve tried for so long to do it on my own, and I couldn’t anymore.” “Do what?” I say. “Save my dad.” I sit back in my chair. “Oh.” Her eyes are welling up with tears. “But wait, when did we save your dad?” “Tonight,” Quickly says. “Tonight would have been the night I died.” “Wow,” Francesca says. “How?”
Ohhhh! That younger version, probably?
