been the same thing as being forgotten.
Ethan once asked me whether I would still have donated the blood if I had known who Harrison was.
I told him the truth.
“I would have donated it even if he had been nobody.”
Harrison heard me from across the room.
He smiled and said, “That’s exactly why I knew Anna would be proud of you.”
For once, hearing my mother’s name did not feel like losing her again.
It felt like getting one small piece of her back.
