Pure sunshine. That was Ansel. Always the warmest of us all. “I don’t want you to go.” “I know.” “Will I ever see you again?” “Not for a long time, I hope.” “Can’t I come with you?” He looked to Reid and Coco and Beau then, who’d just started up a game of tarot. Beau cursed roundly when Coco took the first trick. “Is that really what you want?” he asked. Yes. I choked on the word, face hot and wretched, before shaking my head. He smiled again. “I didn’t think so.”
