I am not glib like Jane, and I do not have her knack for spinning words into stories that ease the worries of those around her. And I am not clever like Jackson was, I cannot tell Lily the one thing she wants to hear so that she will trust and believe me. But I know how to spot a problem and solve it, and Lily’s broken heart is not so strange a thing. We have all lost someone we have loved. It is practically the only guarantee in this terrible world.
