“What about everything before that?” I call out after her. She turns to face me. “What?” “Before that night.” I lower my voice when I catch up to her. “When we went to the movies. And the water tower. I know you liked me then.” Grace releases a tired-sounding breath. “Yeah. I did.” “So let’s focus on that,” I say roughly. “On the good parts. I fucked up, but I promise I’ll make it up to you. I don’t want anyone else. All I want is another chance.”
