Flashback ( PDFDrive )

extra clothes and Mr. Snuggles and helped him out of bed and onto his
crutches. In less than ten minutes they were ready to go.
“I don’t know what you said to him,” Biana whispered as Sophie
stood and gave her a one-armed hug. “But thank you.”
“Anytime,” Sophie told her. “Will you be okay?”
“Of course!” And she almost sounded convincing.
Then Biana let her go, busying herself with digging out her home
crystal as Sophie turned to Fitz, trying to figure out how to say
goodbye.
It wasn’t like they’d never see each other again. But . . . it felt like
an end, somehow.
“So,” she mumbled, not sure how to finish that sentence—or what
to do with her arms. Or where to stand.
It all felt awkward and weird and wrong—until Fitz dropped his
crutches and gently pulled her into a hug.
“I don’t want to go,” he whispered.
“I don’t want you to either,” she admitted, hoping her hushed tone
hid the thickness in her voice.
She told herself not to pull him tighter so he wouldn’t feel how hard
her heart was pounding. But she couldn’t help leaning closer when she
realized his pulse felt just as crazy as hers.
She didn’t know what that meant.
But it felt like something.
And she could’ve stood like that for a good long while, but . . . it
really wasn’t the time for that sort of thing. She wasn’t sure when the
right time would be—or what would happen when it was.
But for the moment, that was okay.