My throat closed up as I thought of Tory. She should be here. I don’t want to do this without her. The ache in me over her loss was like a knife twisting in my gut. I never felt whole anymore. Without her, I was half a girl. We were meant to be together. It was how it had always been and always should be. “See,” Seth said darkly. “Whenever your mind drifts it’s onto her, or him. That’s who you really talk about in your sleep.” “We don’t talk about him,” I muttered.
