“Unless it’s to be a pile of books you’ve no interest in, I’m waiting for you to request something,” he said. “Make me a snowflake,” said Robin. Some of the laughter found its way onto Edwin’s mouth, and then out into the air. Even now, Jack could count on one hand the number of times he’d heard Edwin Courcey laugh. “All right,” said Edwin.
I’m screaming and crying and sobbing because I love them so so very much.
