Then she reached out and took Apollo’s left hand in hers. “What’s this?” She touched his middle finger. A piece of red string had been tied around it. “It was Emma’s,” Apollo said. “I had time after I called Patrice. I went home. I found this.” “And you put it on?” Dana asked. “I tied it on and made a wish,” Apollo told her. “Just one wish.” Dana scanned up from the finger to Apollo’s eyes. “I don’t want to know what you wished for.” “No,” Apollo said, pulling his hand free. “You don’t.”
