Inês. 13. Portugal. Some days are special. Some days are so, so blessed. Some days, nobody dies at all. Now and then, every once in a very long while, every day in a million days, when the wind stands fair and the doctor comes to call... everybody lives.
Don’t let me in. Tell Amy, your Amy: I’m giving her the days — the days with you, the days to come, the days I can’t have. Take them please. I’m giving my days.