He nodded. He untied his shoelace—the left one—and walked away. I felt like a monster.
Today, Caleb and I walked home in a snowstorm. He didn’t have an umbrella. Neither did I. We just walked, getting soaked, laughing, until we couldn’t feel our noses. He nodded
I’m not a goldfish, Chloe. I’m a hurricane. Chloe. I’m a hurricane.