I never asked Henry about that girl, the one I saw him with. They were standing close under the street lights in Central Park, she wore a blood red velvet jacket and she kissed him. I kept quiet, just as I did with Carl when I saw him through the haze for the first time since that awful night.
I'll never forget the way he looked at me then, the way it seemed as if everything and everyone in that room dissolved along with the smoke and left us alone with each other. I wanted to ask him, I wanted to tell him how I felt and I know that I should have but I didn't.
I don't remember what he said, just that he held my hand in his and that it felt like falling. I leaned against his shoulder and I wanted to tell Belle all about how he forgave me because once she told me that he never would.