I wasn't sure what I felt because it had been such a long time since I'd last felt it, but I remembered it so clearly. I had stumbled onto the beach, seen what remained of Sal, and something inside of me clicked off. That was what it felt like now. Like an important part had been turned off and if it was turned back on, I was afraid I would never be able to stop crying.

When Eddie spoke, I looked at his jeans and realized what he meant and when I looked up and saw the pink in his cheeks, the bit that had switched off switched back on. Maybe just a little, but it was enough. I rose up onto my knees and hugged Eddie, hugged him tight, burying my nose in his hair as I cried softly, letting myself feel that for just a moment.

"We should find you some clean clothes," I said after a moment. "And... god, Eddie. We need to find Beverly. I don't want someone else to tell her."