“You think I will?” She stared up at me, unblinking, her eyes shiny and haunted. She wasn’t the only one. It felt like someone had reached into my chest, gripped my heart, and ripped it straight out of my body. Took my soul right along with it. But I’d walked right into this, hadn’t I? I’d known this was coming the whole time. “She thinks of you as home, you know. You’d better decide if she’s wrong.” “And what about you?” she asked, her voice thin. “Do you think of me as home?”
