Luke didn’t say anything until they were out of the building. “Did you take that selfie to show my dad?”
“No,” Evan replied. “It’s all yours. I took it so you’d have it to remember her — maybe not tomorrow — ten years from now?”
“I didn’t say goodbye to her,” Luke said.
Because of his diagnosis, Luke was not allowed to have a driver’s license. This was a persistent sore point with him. Evan assured him, “I’ll take you back here whenever you want.”
Luke shook his head, “I don’t think she has much longer.”
“How do you know? Are you plugged into her the same way you are with Melissa?”
He shook his head again, this time more emphatically. “No, her soul is so afraid of demons, she won’t let me in.”
I don’t know what to say to that. He’s probably right.
I don’t know what to say to that.
