Chapter 147. Any Questions

Paying attention to the things he had said, about how much he dreaded trusting her, she felt deep admiration for the bravery it took to speak up despite what he thought he was risking.

“You said you do not have many memories with your mother. I am sure I have those hidden somewhere in my head. They ran away from me when they realized that I did not deserve them.”

He paused as though he had been caught off guard, as though he had said something he had not intended to say even to himself. All of the things he had said seemed like things he had not intended to say.

He opened his mouth as if there were more words, but those words did not come out. Instead, he laughed bitterly and shook his head. “I am saying things that do not even matter right now,” he muttered.

She wanted to deny that, to tell him that she was listening and that it all mattered, but she could not—not when she remembered her plans. Not when she knew she would not be here much longer, and she abs