The next morning, my wound gets better and better. Kaden opened his mouth to object and silenced himself. I remember everything. Everything details. His eyes gazed toward the ceiling as he thought through our history, trying to pinpoint the moment when he’d told me he loved me. On the other side, last night Bridger helped me and last night I discovered that he already knew my deepest secret. He's not scared? Je saw my cat ears. Sometimes I got hairy, and sometimes not. And that night, I'm lucky. In the safe room, it was suggested in every way. He’d let the feeling slip into a dozen romantic gestures or indicated it was there by dancing around the words . . . but the actual statement had never come. I need to talk to Bridger. But today, I would have remembered, and I would have made the

