I couldn't remember if I thanked you for what you did," I tell her. "And I can't get you out of my head.

“What was it about relationships that made you feel so vulnerable? Oh, right. A …”

“Time, it seemed, was not our enemy after all. It was just air and space and hou…”

“It's okay," I assure her. "I like stalkers.”

“Foolish, foolish men," she muttered. "They need you to prevail.”