“You looked that up?” Her words are so low I almost can’t hear her. “What?” “You looked up why there’s no West Brunswick?” I nod. “Yeah.” “Why?” Her voice is breathy. I look at her finally, unable to resist. There’s awe there. Beneath the confusion, there is awe. Her eyes are wide and sparkling in the dark. “You wanted to know.” It’s the only answer I have. “Why not just wait for me to look it up?” “I figured you’d forgotten.” “I did.”
Why am i crying???????
