Chapter Eleven BarrettI’m lying on a lumpy pull-out bed with Ava, and I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more.
I spent the day feeling sick, like I was coming down with the cold she had, but right now, I feel clearheaded and enamored as I listen to her speak. When we’re alone, I forget that anything else exists.
“What else do you like to read about?” I ask, watching the way her lips move.
She shrugs, a smile pulling up her mouth. “Everything.”
Her eyes change when she talks about weather patterns, and unsolved mysteries, and the secret identity of DB Cooper. I can honestly say she’s unlike any girl I’ve ever met. Maybe it’s the head cold, but here in the darkness I feel like I can absorb every detail about her that most people gloss over. The freckle just beneath her left eye. The slope
