I ponder a minute, ‘I think that in a year from now, you’ll be transformed.’
She nods, taking that in.
I believe it; therefore it MUST happen. I say it; therefore it WILL happen.
‘What part of your brain do you want to heal the most?’ I ask her.
Without a beat – ‘My hunger,’ she says.
My already shattered heart cracks in another spot.
‘Ah ha!’ I say, my forcing my eyes to twinkle. ‘That will be gone. I’m going to find a way to heal you, just you wait and see.’
She nods again, smiling. ‘I know you are. You’re going to heal me.’