“All right,” she said. She was standing in the doorway of my room, her eyes watery. “I’m going to miss you. I hope this is for the best.” We hugged. “Don’t worry about me, I’m going to be fine.” “You’ll go to Greece,” I said. “Yeah. I’m not looking forward to it right now,” she said. Her skin became luminous when she was sad, like it was backlit. “It’ll be great,” I said.
