He knows. I can see it in his eyes, he feels how much I love him still, and maybe he's always known.

“Love made you a better person. Made you feel protected and precious and chosen.…”

“How many men are stupid enough to dump two Emerson girls?” Dad asked. “Too bad …”

“Nick,” I murmured, “should I ever head into the cellar armed only with a ladle …”

“Here. Let me untangle your hair, at least. If we need to run, we can't have you…”