“What would help get you there? Doesn’t have to be something huge, doesn’t have to cure you of your depression here and now. Just, what would make it easier to handle?” Out in the room, Cauler’s alarm goes off. I glance at the door. “Like, it would make me downright giddy if you were here on this beach with me,” Nova adds. “Or if I had a loganberry in one hand and a Tim Horton’s iced capp in the other. It can be small things like that.”
