“Name one hero who was happy.“ … ”You can’t.“ She was sitting up now, leaning forward.
“I can’t.”
“I know. They never let you be famous and happy.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll tell you a secret.”
“Tell me.” I loved it when she was like this.
“I’m going to be the first.” She took my palm and held it to hers. “Swear it.”
“Why me?”
“Because you’re the reason. Swear it.”
“I swear it,” I said, lost in the high color of her cheeks, the flame in her eyes.
“I swear it,” she echoed.