Chapter 64 Sixty-four

• CARTER
• I follow her blindly, climbing up the stairs without even realizing I’m doing it and walking down the long hallway on auto-pilot. It’s not until I’m standing in a room similar to mine but also not quite—it’s softer somehow and much more feminine than mine even though they—that I realize we’re in her bedroom.
• She could have been taking me anywhere and I wouldn’t have cared as long as she kept on holding my hand. With a startling clarity, I realize that she could lead me into a fire and I’d gladly walk in as long as she walked in with me.