“What are we doing?” Lily yawns and nuzzles into me again. The night air is warm and still. “We’re creating a memory.” “Why?” I don’t tell her why. The answer is I need it. I need this memory to hold on to if my plan fails and she is no longer there. “Because sometimes it’s nice to have memories. Don’t you have any favorite memories?” Lily thinks about this. “All of my memories are my favorite memories.”
