don’t think Loki will require regular checkups anymore, so you won’t have to worry about seeing me.” “Perfect,” is my quick response. And I instantly want to take it back. I meant perfect that he’s better, not that I won’t have to see her. That part stings in a way I didn’t expect. A few minutes ago, she asked me to hear her out, and hope welled in her eyes. Now, thanks to me, it’s spilling down her cheeks.
