"I like to think we do," Rosie says, because even if she doesn't know it for a fact--and right now, she wishes more than anything she did--it's something she has to believe. "If someone can wake up one morning here having remembered things from home, then the same has to be true in reverse. It has to. Even if it's not right away."

She swallows hard past the sudden lump in her throat, blinking hard as she shifts to press her face further into Sabrina's hair, her lips brushing the curve of the other girl's ear. "We can't forget each other. Any of us. Not Nick, not Charlie, not...not you or I."