“There is.”
He selected one from near the end.
This Randall was nearly unrecognizable.
The recording had been made in low afternoon light. His face had narrowed to bone and skin, and the oxygen tube seemed too large against his cheeks. He wore a knit cap though the room did not look cold. On the table beside him sat the cruise receipt.
Randall smiled faintly at the camera.
“I did something stupid.”
My hand rose to my mouth.
“Wade says it’s romantic. That proves it’s stupid because Wade thinks buying gas-station roses after forgetting an anniversary is romantic.”
Despite himself, Wade laughed.
So did Elise, a tiny startled sound.
Randall picked up the receipt. “The original trip was supposed to be ours. I canceled it because there was no world where we were getting on that ship this year.”
He paused to breathe.
“I bought another passage today.”
