I’ve got.


    I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep that promise, but this is my only chance.


    With a deep breath, I nod slowly. “I promise not to try to fix you.”


    She exhales and I suddenly realize that she’d been holding her breath.


    “Your turn.”


    She’s hesitating this time. “I promise not to tell lies.”


    She holds out her pinkie and I loop mine through it.


    “It’s a pact now. Don’t break it,” she warns.


    I glance at Lila sitting at the table, content with her car.


    “And what happens if I do?” I ask her.


    “I disappear . . .”


    Nora’s words cut at me and I’m terrified by them because I know—I know without a doubt—that she means them.