““ “I’ve . . .” he began. He could have completed that any number of ways: “. . . botched everything.” “. . . loved you since I laid eyes on you.” “. . . been a complete idiot for you.” “. . . never deserved you.” “. . . been so wrong about everything that matters in life.” “I love you.” He hadn’t planned to say it. She went still. She kissed her fingers, and laid them on his lips, stopping him from saying anything more. “Thank you,” she said. “Don’t follow me. ””
