Chapter Fifty-One
Lincoln spent the rest of the afternoon on the Dartmouth Common, watching the clouds and the ships in the harbour stream by. He thought of Romper, how if he were here he'd lay his head on Lincoln's thigh, or urge him to get up and toss a ball, Frisbee, stick ... whatever was available.
And then he thought of Kali. Kali, who despite the growth in her brain, despite her resistance, her anger, still had the power with even half a smile to make Lincoln feel he was exactly where he was meant to be.
It'd be hard. Even without the ... what was it, Meningioma, it'd be hard. With it? Who knew.
But he hadn't promised her forever. And she'd promised him almost nothing at all. Day by day, he'd have to decide this was what he wanted, whatever this was. He'd have to fight: Himself.
