I would simply go my whole life searching for the missing pieces of myself only to realize I had left them behind in the first place.
“How’s your eye?” she asked me. “Is it still sore?”
“No. It’s…Fine, now. Not even swollen.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Before I lost the courage to do so, I sucked in a deep breath. For the first time since we sat down, I raised my gaze to meet hers. “Come with me. To London.”
Connie closed her eyes and turned her face away, almost as if she somehow knew what I was going to say. “Alex…”
“We could be together. We could have more nights like last night. We could find you a job too. Or—or you could borrow money from your parents to pay for college there. You wanted to do some kind of social work before. We could—we could do anything we want. We’re not in school
