“He leans forward, twisting his ring. ‘You do that a lot,’ I say. Will assesses me from the corner of his eye. ‘Who gave it to you?’ ‘My grandmother,’ he says after a moment. ‘It was my grandfather’s.’ ‘You were close.’ ‘With my grandmother, yeah. You remember?’ A hint of a smile graces his lips, and I want to hook my thumbs on the corner of his mouth and pull the edges up higher. ‘Of course,’ I say quietly. ‘I remember everything.”
