I lower next to Jane on the floor. “Make me a line,” I tell Charlie. He frowns for a millisecond before smiling. I finally look to Jane. Her lips are parted, eyes wide. “Thatcher?” “We do this together,” I say. “You and me.” Tears gather in her eyes. I brush them away. “People do stupid things when they’re in love,” Charlie says, but it’s not in disdain.
Ahhh im crying
