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bright, a combination of mirth and pain. "I wanted him to see me. Just once I wanted him to look in my face and see me, not her. I couldn't expect love, but I thought if I could make him proud of me, if I excelled at the same thing he excelled at, he'd have to look at meif only onceand truly see me." Her head dropped, and she fell back against his chestdead weight. |
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"Did he see you, D.J.?" Chris whispered, smoothing his hand over her tangled head. |
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Her answer drifted on a sleepy sigh. "Never." |
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One word, so soft and sad, Chris couldn't be sure he'd heard correctly, but he had. |
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