“Isn’t that cute?” says Manager Kong, cracking a smile. “They think you’re someone important.”
Before I could respond, I felt Cash’s hand wrap around mine. He nudged my index finger out and pointed it to the sky.
“What are you doing?” I asked. “I haven’t challenged you yet.”
“No,” he said. “But I just saw one of my own. Look at this.”
And I watched as Cash traced my finger along a line of stars, following a few more into a curve, and then another, until a long line connected them all at a point.
“A heart,” I murmured.
Any speculation about what had happened always tied Barlcaly Hold and Page Ashby together. They had disappeared on the same day, so it had always followed that they must have made the same choice or met the same fate.
They’re never coming back, Cara Miller had whispered, with the kind of finality no one wanted to ask after.