I’d spent a lot of time memorising banana split instructions. I could recite them in my sleep because banana splits were what you ate when a family was put back together. That’s what... Someone had said once.
I thought maybe it meant the payments were paid.
The debts were finally clear.
And I’d been waiting a long time for my Ransom banana split.
“Heh.” That sounded wrong. Shatter shot me a funny look as she drizzled an obscene amount of chocolate over one of them.
This was perfect. Better than perfect. I had a family to take care of. A pack that was mine.
So I settled down, passing one to Ransom, Dusk, Shatter, and I.
But I took my first bite only to realise I’d definitely never had a banana split before in my life.
Well… Shit.
That didn’t…
I frowned. That couldn’t be right.
Right?
I blinked, shadows lurking from distant memories. They were blurry and faceless. Always smaller. Always needing to be cared for.
My heart tripped, fist closing around my throat, and for a moment I reached out, trying to make them focus, but a chasm opened beneath me and I reeled back.
No… I think… I would break.
I already had once, for this.
And now I had Dusk, and Ransom, and Shatter—they had faces. And it also seemed right that when I died, I would see everyone’s face. And then… I swallowed…
And they would tell me,
They were happy I didn’t break
Over memories
When I was the one
With more to make.
I cocked my head, the faintest smile fighting my frown.
Yup…
I nodded slowly, squeezing Shatter’s hand that had somehow found its way into mine. That sounded good.
It was an absolute truth already lodging deep into everything I knew to be right in the world. I dug my spoon into my banana split and took another bite. (Turns out I didn’t like bananas either, which seemed like a stupid thing not to have figured out by now.)
FORTY-FOUR
RANSOM
“I… failed my classes?” Shatter’s voice was weak. “I’ve never failed a class in my life.”
“How do you know that?” I asked curiously, placing my arm around her as I sat at her side.