beside the therapist.
Ruby had Eli’s dark hair and cautious eyes. In her arms was a battered stuffed rabbit with one missing button.
Eli stood.
Ruby stared at him.
“Did you stop writing to me?” she asked.
“Never.”
“Neither did I.”
She held up the rabbit.
“I still have Mr. Buttons.”
Eli covered his mouth. Ruby ran toward him, and he dropped to his knees to catch continue reading …
