Morris was not the type to offer a hug or even hold your hand. But there was something in his quiet indignation at the universe then--and Luke, now--that was just the kind of comfort I needed.

"I'm such a mess," I said. "We're almost off the island and I didn't even ask you where you were going."

He shrugged. "No place. Wherever you are.

Auteur: Sarah Dessen