“Baby doll, Tate said you chose us when he was trying to get you to come back. Is that true? Are you ours?” I squeeze his hands, glance at Ash and Beck, and nod. “Be-before Vanessa came that night? I had figured some things out. I read all your messages, your letters. It made me finally realize that you had picked me after all. I owe you all an apology for being too scared to realize that.”
