“You brought him back,” I said. “That was you, not him.” She went quiet for a moment, and then said, “Maybe. And maybe Mr. Eckhardt had no one to bring him back.” A certain sadness fell over me. Sadness for Mr. Eckhardt, but also sadness for myself. Who would bring me back? Trey? No, I couldn’t put that on him—he had to work on finding himself. On exploring what he had to offer. Maybe Colin had a point. “That garden is doing it for you,” Mykia said as if reading my mind. “Even if Mr. Eckhardt is right and every one of those plants dies on the vine, you tried it. You had to find the energy to
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