“Trust me, I see at eighteen that it wasn’t okay for me to take pictures of someone without her consent. I’m happy to give them to you. I’ve never shown them to anyone else. I just . . . at ten, I thought you were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen. I believe that still. That’s why I told Madison I came back.” “Because you think I’m beautiful?” “Because I’ve loved you for almost half my life.”
