Thanks, she wants to tell Jay, but just like at the library, the word never comes. She can’t seem to force it when there is still this big looming question mark stuck between them. Winnie might now be standing on the tectonic plate labeled Tonight in which he will help her, but it doesn’t negate the one labeled Four Years Ago in which he wouldn’t. The plates still crunch and grind and burn so hot they could melt her all over again.
