Twenty-Seven: RowynI sat for a while, willing words to come out of my mouth. I could hear them in my head, I could taste them on my tongue, and yet they wouldn't come. Once I said them, they were real. Reed so easily spoke what was on his mind always; I never understood how, but I knew sitting there, listening to him speak poetically to Rose, that I couldn't get out what I needed to say in front of him.
“Rosie… there are too many things for us to talk about for you to leave.” I tried desperately to push the tears back into my eyes as I wiped at them with my palms. I could do this for her. I could tell her how important she was without losing it. “My favorite memory of you, I think, is from the fifth grade. Miles Brekken had yanked on my hair and told me, for maybe the thousandth time, tha
