“In an instanta thousand secrets that Aspen and I had built and saved flooded my mind: the names we’d picked out for our imaginary children, our tree house, his ticklish spot on the back of his neck, the notes we’d writen and hidden away, my failed efforts in making homemade soap, games of tic-tac-toe played with our fingers on his stomach... games where we couldn’t remember our invisable moves... games he’d always let me win.”
