Recap
A message had been written on the side of a stuffed raccoon:
You may be the world's worst driver, but you know how to drive me crazy.
He'd planted these chicken scratch messages all across the pasture, with the expectation that I would get here. Eventually. The wind rustled the bare branches of the trees around us, but I felt warm.
"You were the first person I could stand up to," I said, "I never realized that until now. Somehow, I was always comfortable with you."
"I loved that," Luke confessed, "And I loved watching how your confidence grew. You faced the school down, a gang, my friends and even your own. You're strong, Millie."
I shook my head, hoping he wouldn't notice the emotion in the tears that clouded my eyes. "If I'm strong, it's only because I've been weak."
I stare
