In the journal, just as I expected, there’s a letter for George. I hand it over without looking at it, and she reads it aloud to me. Cal loved George and she loved him back, and that’s no small thing. I look up at the light-drowned sky. I locate a star. — The letter is beautiful and brave, and hearing Cal’s words makes me know for certain that Henry was right. I’ve had the world the wrong way around. It’s life that’s important. Cal knew that. He was living right up until the last second, leaving that note for George. I have to tell Henry that I lied. I do love him.
