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304 pages, Hardcover
First published March 13, 2012

Hallie knew what she was supposed to say, not just what was expected, but what was true, but she hadn't ever said it. And now she was saying it for a ghost who couldn't say if for himself. Shit. She pressed the heel of her hand against her cheekbone just under her right eye, sucked in a breath, and said, "He loved you. He did. He told me that you read books all the time and he couldn't get over that-- how many books you read, that you talked about them like they were real-- the characters in them and the things they did. He told me before he met you, he only cared about math, that he didn't think anyone needed any of that other stuff-- English and other languages and history. He said you made him see the world. He told me he didn't even know he wanted someone until he met you."
Estelle was crying hard now. Hallie rubbed a finger over her eye. "Look," she said. "I'm sorry. I'm-- it was stupid to call. I shouldn't have--"
No! It's all right! It's--" She drew in a breath. "Thank you. Just for a minute, I could see him again, like he was here."