I’ve got.
I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that promise, but this is my only chance.
With a deep breath, I nod slowly. “I promise not to try to fix you.”
She exhales and I suddenly realize that she’d been holding her breath.
“Your turn.”
She’s hesitating this time. “I promise not to tell lies.”
She holds out her pinkie and I loop mine through it.
“It’s a pact now. Don’t break it,” she warns.
I glance at Lila sitting at the table, content with her car.
“And what happens if I do?” I ask her.
“I disappear . . .”
Nora’s words cut at me and I’m terrified by them because I know—I know without a doubt—that she means them.