Linden just wants to protect her, is what I want to say. She's all he has. I left him. I'm at arms reach, but I've left him.

But I know all the things you're too sweet to know.

I figured it out eventually," she says. She's sitting on the edge of the gurney again; her features slowly materialize as my vision clears. "It's momentum." "What?" I whisper. The feeling returning to my lips, spreading out to my fingertips and toes. "Momentum," she repeats. "You can't just stand there if you want something to fly. You have to run.

Forget who you are and what you think is there, and you'll discover things that don't exist to be known.

Even things that aren't broken can be fixed.

I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that." "Look what it got you," I say. "Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.

The madness of youth made me unafraid.