the roses are sighing a moonlight serenade

If this ever happens again, just run away. Promise me. Answer me. You told me to shut up. But promise me.

I am perfectly fine. I just got some scratches and a split lip. And why exactly?!

Let's go.

I'm sorry. I caused you pain.

So, my sister and Robbie were never able to have the time together they both so longed for...and deserved. Which ever since I've...ever since I've always felt I prevented. But what sense of hope or satisfaction could a reader derive from an ending like that? So in the book, I wanted to give Robbie and Cecilia what they lost out on in life. I'd like to think this isn't weakness or...evasion...but a final act of kindness. I gave them their happiness.