“You said three things,” I said at last. My voice was hoarse. “What’s the third?” He let go of my hand and opened my fingers, as I’d done for him a few moments before, but his fingertips traced the lines of my palm and rested at the base of my thumb, where the letter J had nearly faded into my skin. “Remember me,” he whispered.
IM GONNA SOB LIKE AN ANIMAL
