Extraits

He looks like he wants to laugh again but leans in, his forehead on mine. “You’re feeling this too, right? I’m thinking you’re the one who’s dangerous, Autumn.”

“You’re still not seeing yourself the way everyone else does. You’re like a dream I didn’t even know was possible, Autumn.”

When we pull apart, we’re both breathless. “I’m ruined,” he says, his forehead against mine, eyes suddenly shy.

“I’m getting to it,” he says, laughing. “This is my friend, Ms. Autumn. She’s here all the way from California.” Ivy’s eyes get wide, her mouth forming into an O. “Autumn, I’d like you to meet my daughter, Ivy.” He looks like he’s trying not to cackle like he did in the car. “She’s becoming quite a good lip reader,” he adds.