“No. Family does.”
Okay, no more jokes, Noah decided. This was serious business, and an important place for Cilla. Suddenly he felt honored she was sharing herself with him; her past, which might include a piece of his, too. Somewhere.
‘It may look disorganized, but it’s not. I know exactly what I’m looking for.”
“Which is what?”
“Yearbooks,” she said, navigating her large body between aisles that weren’t very wide.
She forged ahead until she’d gone halfway into the storage unit. Noah followed her; above them fluorescent lights shined down artificial light. It seemed so dim after living under the sun and the ocean. Like the mainland wasn’t as bright as the golden yellow that colored his days now. Cilla went toward a certain box, tearing away duct tape that all-too-easily fell away. Th
