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“Yer clothes.” The clothes Declan bought me, he means. The clothes I asked him for, he bought me, and I barely got to wear before I went into the hospital. I can’t imagine why he bothered. My voice heated, I say, “I want you to tell him something for me. Tell him—” “You can tell him yerself,” Kieran says quietly, nodding at my window. When I look over, I see a figure materialize out of the shadows of the trees lining the road. The figure is tall, broad-shouldered, and wearing a black suit. A lit cigarette burns orange against the night, glowing brighter when the figure lifts it to his lips for a drag. It’s Declan. Without even being able to see his face, I know it’s him. What is this feeling? Don’t name it. Don’t you dare. I open the door and hop out. Before I close it, I say, “It
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