“I think we’ve made it to Neverland.” “Neverland,” Farrow repeats, looking me up and down with amusement. His hand descends into the backpack. “Don’t lost boys stay young forever there?” “Yeah.” I loosen my lace, his eyes swimming against my eyes. “That’s too bad then,” Farrow says matter-of-factly. “Because I want to grow old with you.”
